We have doors all around us
With people coming and going
Some people stay longer then they should
While others leave before we are ready to let them go
Some doors are locked forever with memories
Encased in solid gold
No one can nor will ever break through
These are our special rooms
Some doors swing open on their own
Letting people in we are not prepared for
They might have their moment and leave
Or become a part of who we are forever
Some doors have special keys
That open a time and place of total
Enchantment and joy
How wonderful it is to revisit these
Places and to relive their
Essence all over again
There are those that are closed shut with the
Pain of their contents
Dark lonely rooms that can still cut through
To the core of your being
Then there are the doors that are yet to be opened
What shall we find there?
Will it be a place of beauty where dreams are built
Or a place that has no existing life amidst the walls?
Do we choose the doors that we have access to in our lifetime
Or do we just go through life fumbling and just fall through?
Do you know?
Author notes
I use "doors" as a description on how life is. The in's the out's..and just the things that happen
Written May 2nd, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- ~~DOORS~~ Prewrites welcome by Fantasy dream.
600 points, ended October 4, 2007, 10 entries
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Comments
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I the reflection here. Which door? "What's behind door number 2?" Lots of questions; maybe fewer answers. This piece penetrates the surface like the opening of 'one of those doors'. Who knows what we might get, huh? I like how you managed to keep me interested...how you 'helped' me to stutter in contemplation - wondering about so many possibilities: "Some doors swing open on their own
Letting people in we are not prepared for
They might have their moment and leave
Or become a part of who we are forever"...Great job with this 'Soulful'
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i like the way you make life an object and how things may change in various ways
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Ah yes, how true this poem is! 
Lovely lines!
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I like it!
All of my doors have been unlocked and there's nothing there to frighten anyone...nothing but old memories like faded photographs...some happy ...some sad...my doors are never locked...anyone can come in and look around...I liked the idea of this poem...even the repetition had validity...I like it!...regards Dan -
excellent
Extremely orginal and wonderful, No I myself don't know the answer to this question but you did a wonderful job of comparing life to the doors. Imagery was awesome. Thought provoking piece when I think of my life to this point and where my life will lead me. Thanks for sharing such an awesome piece. Truly terrific. -
Beautifull. I love the irony of the doors. Great job!!! powerfull meaning behind this work!!!!
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Good
Wow, that was pretty good. A good use of imagery, I liked how you used the doors to describe life. Good work. God Bless! -
this poem makes so much and complete sense, that I think it can be said the same thing about walls as well. beautiful. and thank you for always commenting on my work. angel
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waw... excellent choice of wording, and metaphor... i love it... very nicely put too.... it is kinda sad tho.. how death is so constant... and how if its someone we know or love we get depressed.. and every1 is loved.. and every1 dies while being loved... kinda sucks... alot...
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Thank you kuliraga..I find that in life sometimes we have choices and sometimes the choice is made for us by the other person or circumstance. Im glad you are enjoying my work.
Soulful Woman
Noreen -
What a marvelous metaphor. The doors and rooms of our lives. I wonder, the final question of the poem leaves me imagining myself, rattling the handles and turning the keys in a multitude of locks and shoving shoulders against doors that fall open and I tumble inside. How much of life is chosen by us or for us. My favorite type of doors are those that you can't prepare for, as you put it:
"Some doors swing open on their own
Letting people in we are not prepared for
They might have their moment and leave
Or become a part of who we are forever"
That's the marrow of life.
I am finding that I very much enjoy your work! Thank you for your comment on my piece. I'm glad returning the favor found me here. -
Thank you Kniepower for your nice words.. Look forward to your comments on my other work...I will also visit your page and look around...
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Thank you handheld folly.. You are right about being repetitive but I write when it hits me, and one day a door hit me..I do appreciate your comments. I write them as I feel them..
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great
Well I find this a gareat write, it leads one into the inner workings of the human spirit. We do have many doors in our hearts and souls, some as stated shut or open or left to open later. I find this altogether a great poem. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. great job. -
I have heard of doors before, so this seems repetitive. Of course you put your own spin on it, and its not your fault I have read so many poems with the door metaphor, but I grow tiresome. You did save this poem in the end, but you shouldn't ask questions in poems. Because good poems dont need to ask questions to cause other people to question. This is just my opinion, and you are welcome to disregard it. But you were on subject and for that I applaud you.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I think everyone has those people that we are not ready to let go. Im glad you enjoyed it.
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holly....wow...this is just amazing...it speaks to me really to my heart..its very amazingly written...the part "While others leave before we are ready to let them go" somehow i know that line wwya to well...awesome..keep writting
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