Quotes about ajar, page 2
Jinx
The door is ajar,
The window panes are broken asunder,
There is something sinister,
'The horror! The horror! '
poem by Rafeeque C.K
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day
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Noon—is the Hinge of Day—
Evening—the Tissue Door—
Morning—the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Dialogue split
...so let us do
this thing of blue
travel afar
don't leave me ajar
please close me down
make not a single sound
heavenward bound
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.
quote by Walter de La Mare
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Wait
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I wait.
The waiting room is bare.
The window blinds are shut
and the door opens only in one direction.
Remember to leave it ajar
when you return.
I wait.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Diversity
If people were like you and me
How different the world would be
Love and Laughter in abundance
Fun and Pleasure pouring from fountains
Death so close, Hate so far
Emotions free, like doors ajar.
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poem by scarlette Phoenix
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The Body grows without
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The Body grows without—
The more convenient way—
That if the Spirit—like to hide
Its Temple stands, alway,
Ajar—secure—inviting&md ash;
It never did betray
The Soul that asked its shelter
In solemn honesty
poem by Emily Dickinson
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This Is Getting Old
"This is getting old."
"I'm sick of you."
I nodded, shrugged
You took the door ajar your left
I lingered a little while
Your footsteps dissolves into the drumming noise
"This is getting old. I'm sick of myself."
There were no other doors
but the one you took when you left
poem by Norman Santos
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The Country House
Did the door move, or was it always ajar?
The gladioli on the table are pale mauve.
I smell pale mauve and blue,
Blue soft like bruises—putrid—oozing—
The air oozes blue—mauve—
And the door with the black line where it does not shut!
I must pass that door to go to bed,
Or I must stay here
And watch the crack
Oozing air.
Is it—air?
poem by Amy Lowell
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A Reverie
(An Acrostic Tribute In Respect Of Saman Roy)
Sweet honeyed words slip
Adding to the enthralling charm of her
Mellowness, rarely bestowed to womankind
Animating the latent passive hearts:
Nourished, drunk the vintage cold.
Reverie of the ajar awakening eyes,
Officious, open-hearted and honest
Youthful, yet sagacious and coy.
Saman Roy, Saman Roy, Saman Roy
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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