Modern poetry about doors

Doors always attract people to achieve their goals. Doors occupy all the entrances and exits? Location? Advantage. The following is a modern poem about doors that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Modern Poetry about Doors Part I: Doors, you say, are in front.

I said the door was inside.

You open the front door.

Found a closed door.

you look at me in the face

I smiled

I opened the door inside.

But found that

The front door is closed.

Lock you out.

You walk outside the door.

I lingered in front of the door

Poetry on Modern Doors Part II: At dusk, the door guards the entrance to the village.

Lost ants, stay on the road.

A lamp illuminates the stars.

Illuminate the way for cattle and sheep to go home

Close the door and sleep at night.

Open it, the sun is smiling.

My childhood was left in the mountains.

Cattle, firewood and pig grass.

Go to a primary school with only Chinese and math.

That door is empty.

Let me in and out

Now, I'm carrying my life on my back, playing the sign of civilization.

In the face of love, career, birth and death.

A heavy door, closed.

Let me crash into the darkness and break my head.

Modern Poetry about Doors Part III: Doors (1)

Whether it's off or on,

Yes,

Outside,

The world

knock

award

rush

sabotage

Or recreate,

Very unusual.

door

Not the end!

(2)

The door opened,

Yes,

Relatives, friends,

Maybe a neighbor.

And uninvited guests,

Even enemies. Enemies!

The door is a mess,

Dirty,

And the display is very different,

Or spotless.

The door is closed,

Is there happiness and peace in the door?

The door opened quietly,

Something to do.

Stay in the door,

Panic, loss, anger!

Or searching, disappointed, crying for land,

Or a comedy after the panic?

Door! Door!

When it's time to open it,

Not necessarily open.

When the door is closed,

It may not be closed.

When it shouldn't be opened,

Reluctantly open it,

Or knocked down by the earth!

When we pray to God,

Give us the door to happiness.

On the one hand, it is tangible,

Or an invisible door,

Divide the real world,

And illusory consciousness.