My Own Front Door
A poem.26 total reviews
Comment from Douglas Goff
Another fine piece of work.
I loved the word play here:
The fading glass now shimmering,
And melting colors simmering,
This one was a real eye catcher.
D
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Another fine piece of work.
I loved the word play here:
The fading glass now shimmering,
And melting colors simmering,
This one was a real eye catcher.
D
Comment Written 10-Feb-2024
Comment from TheStoryMan
Wow easy what a deep and dark tale - again I love the rhyme and meter - this is my type of tale a bit dark n twisted that flows ever so nicely - very much enjoyed I see you've been perfecting your poetry good job mate - respectfully Ron
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Wow easy what a deep and dark tale - again I love the rhyme and meter - this is my type of tale a bit dark n twisted that flows ever so nicely - very much enjoyed I see you've been perfecting your poetry good job mate - respectfully Ron
Comment Written 12-Jan-2019
Comment from kiwijenny
Now in the rising morning light,
There's not a sign now left in sight.
But once again there is that door;
With our two souls deep in its core.
It's like we have 2 souls within us....one for good one for evil
God bless
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Now in the rising morning light,
There's not a sign now left in sight.
But once again there is that door;
With our two souls deep in its core.
It's like we have 2 souls within us....one for good one for evil
God bless
Comment Written 11-Jan-2019
Comment from Sandra Stoner-Mitchell
Another extremely well written poem, smooth in rhyme and rhythm. It's very deep and melancholy, sad and scary, and an excellent read. Two brothers trapped in that house because of some sinful deed done by some past family member that enslaves all descendants to a life in hell. Excellent. Sandra xx
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Another extremely well written poem, smooth in rhyme and rhythm. It's very deep and melancholy, sad and scary, and an excellent read. Two brothers trapped in that house because of some sinful deed done by some past family member that enslaves all descendants to a life in hell. Excellent. Sandra xx
Comment Written 11-Jan-2019
Comment from Treischel
I love your classically formed poetry, written here on iambic tetrameter, that tells a story of brooding intrigue. The focus returns to that barrier door. A darm and melancholy mood permeates the verse.
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I love your classically formed poetry, written here on iambic tetrameter, that tells a story of brooding intrigue. The focus returns to that barrier door. A darm and melancholy mood permeates the verse.
Comment Written 11-Jan-2019
Comment from melodymavic
What a conflict. His brother leads him in bad influence. I saw a word curse. When you go in dark path, it's hard to go back. Unless, there is a struggle to overcome. It seems this poem is connected like a spider web.
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What a conflict. His brother leads him in bad influence. I saw a word curse. When you go in dark path, it's hard to go back. Unless, there is a struggle to overcome. It seems this poem is connected like a spider web.
Comment Written 11-Jan-2019
Comment from Janet Foor
A thought provoking piece Tom. I don't think I fully understand but I know you are a master of rhyme and rhythm in your well written poetry. A smooth cadence and a haunting language that leaves the reading knowing these signs and premonitions are not going to turn out well.
Well done.
Blessings
Janet
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A thought provoking piece Tom. I don't think I fully understand but I know you are a master of rhyme and rhythm in your well written poetry. A smooth cadence and a haunting language that leaves the reading knowing these signs and premonitions are not going to turn out well.
Well done.
Blessings
Janet
Comment Written 11-Jan-2019
Comment from Heather Knight
This is a beautiful extended metaphor. I like the image of the door and of the panes (24 panes, is the number important?).
Very dark and thought provoking.
Thanks for sharing.
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This is a beautiful extended metaphor. I like the image of the door and of the panes (24 panes, is the number important?).
Very dark and thought provoking.
Thanks for sharing.
Comment Written 11-Jan-2019
Comment from Bill Schott
This poem, My Own Front Door, is a scary cool rendition of having hell come up for you. The twenty-four window panes has no specific reference for me, other than it may describe your own front door. That's a hoot.
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This poem, My Own Front Door, is a scary cool rendition of having hell come up for you. The twenty-four window panes has no specific reference for me, other than it may describe your own front door. That's a hoot.
Comment Written 10-Jan-2019
Comment from LIJ Red
A haunted door...I know a snug brick house that cools my spirits each time I go there. For me it is haunted with greed and lies and pain and death that ended the original clan who built it. Everyone else thinks it is a charming cozy little place...excellent rhythm and meter and spooky tale...
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A haunted door...I know a snug brick house that cools my spirits each time I go there. For me it is haunted with greed and lies and pain and death that ended the original clan who built it. Everyone else thinks it is a charming cozy little place...excellent rhythm and meter and spooky tale...
Comment Written 10-Jan-2019
