#cees_doors

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  • herteddy 13w

    #cees_doors

    It's amazing when we think about a specific object in our life which we use everyday yet ignore them but they actually shape our lives. Doors are one such thing that strike numerous feelings as we think of the welcomes and exits we made through them.

    The first door that I remember is ofcourse my house where I only stayed inside when I wasn't playing or taking a mini tour of my little world. As I grew up these doors kept changing because we moved to different places but yes, some new doors were getting added as well.

    The second door of my life I would say was the door to knowledge, where honestly I was very excited to go unlike most of my childhood friends I didn't cried while getting inside this door, but I came out little disappointed. As, that place has literally closed all the other doors that I was willing to enter except education even that was more forced rather being more focused.

    Well the suffering of the previous door didn't last longer when I went to the third door. Which felt like a house infact, more comfortable more merrier, literally a place where you are most disciplined and cultured human being in the world, but only your sapien friend knows how Neanderthal you are.

    Now, let's enter the next door, where you go when you get damaged or get sick? Yes, to the fourth door, this one's like a service center for life, where people go to fix themselves. The only door I wish no one needed to enter.

    The fifth doors are very interesting and they never disappoint me whenever I enter, they take me on a journey on wheels where my legs can't. As a kid, I always dreamt of a house which always keeps moving and the place behind this door was the reason for such delightful imaginations. I'm missing those wheels a little bit.

    But no worries because here's the sixth door amm these ones are little weird they need tickets to enter in a wide very dark room so that you can see your favourite stars clearly. It's just a few times I've been there but it was a pleasure to be there. The only problem they don't allow you to bring your own snack and the ones that are available there are just costly.

    Out of all these doors I'm not counting the door to the hearts of the people where from the day I entered I never left. I don't want to count them because, I feel the most good things should never be counted.

    Umm, after all of these door here are some honorable mentions: The door to bigger educational chamber, the door to my 3rd picnicspot, the door to my favourite snack shops & the door to my most spiritual place where I go to refresh myself...

    Yet there are a lot more which I can't indicate because if I started counting now even then some or atleast one will be left, but yes I want to count just one last, which is inside my house, where when I enter, I forget why did I went there? it troubles my head for sometime but after sometime I forget about it.

    And that's it, here I close the door of my thoughtful mind and switch to my active brain, but you're all welcomed to share your thoughts
    ...
    ©herteddy

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    Doors

    It's amazing when we think about a specific object in our life which we use everyday yet ignore them but they actually shape our lives. Doors are one such thing that strike numerous feelings as we think of the welcomes and exits we made through them.
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    ©herteddy

  • smily_aina 13w

    I pass by a familiar, snow filled lane
    Who would've thought I'd come here again
    A miracle, what else could it have been
    Who would even believe what I’ve seen

    Back then, I was home earlier from work
    I lived alone, now that I broke up with that jerk
    The path felt oddly eerie
    Wind gushed, chilled and dreary

    Inside my pocket I reach for the keys
    Something grazes by my nape, and I freeze
    Spooked, I look left and right, then turn behind
    I see nothing, Am I out of my mind?!

    "It's me “ I hear a voice creak
    Wait… did my door just speak!
    What nonsense, I dismiss the thought
    But is it him? Is he sorry that we fought

    Hoping to open the door, I go ahead
    “DON’T. Pls don’t come inside” he said
    “Alert the cops first, there’s a guy here, armed.
    If not... you will be harmed”

    It was a desperate plea
    But surely was hard to believe
    To act upon what I heard
    Yet I decided to trust his word

    Soon arrived a group of men with guns
    Supposedly there was a criminal on the run
    The silent street was soon filled with chaos
    It wasn’t a needless warning, I suppose

    The criminal was caught and apprehended
    But they couldn’t find a trace of the one I stated
    I contacted my ex, apparently he wasn’t the one
    That voice is gone now that I had a safe return

    Well of course I moved to another place
    But it doesn’t help much, the change in space
    I still do remember, my mind plays it on repeat
    I still freak out when I hear a door creak

    ©smily_aina
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    #writersnetwork #door
    #cees_doors

    #lalawrites (hope u read it)

    P.s Finished it at last..and I do feel this was rushed, and I was still late in submitting -_-
    I tried making it fun to read...hope it is

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  • maiatamarain 13w

    #cees_doors @writersnetwork @miraquill @luvnotes_challenge_host

    Thank you for the WN repost ❣️��
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    //My imagination is a house of poetries
    And these mahogany doors are inlets
    Which are occasionally unbolted when
    There's a knock of my never existing love//

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    ©maiatamarain

  • bonitasarahbabu 13w

    #cees_doors

    The path to the door is dark,
    The opening shows light,
    Is it good or bad,
    No one knows.
    The path to the door is fraught with pain,
    There is discomfort, agony, and confusion,
    Should the doorway be crossed,
    That is the million dollar question.
    Is the light safe?
    Will it lead to a safe haven?
    The questions do not stop,
    But they ring in the mind.
    The doorway was crossed,
    It needed to be done,
    Safe or unsafe,
    That is hers to chose and live with.
    ©bonitasarahbabu
    08/26/2021

    @writersnetwork Thank you for the repost and support.

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    ©bonitasarahbabu
    08/26/2021

  • leo0707 13w

    Wallflower

    Well...this is all that I am,
    Though opening up,
    I do not let people walk into me.

    Filtering the emotions,
    Just as I did with the sunshine.
    Sometimes peeking,
    From time to time,
    Just to see if the chattering outside the world,
    Has subsided down.

    Chirpings are heard
    As the cool breeze enters my heart.

    The silence that I am in love with,
    Can be heard
    As the sun starts parting it's away.

    This is the way I am,
    An introvert.
    Not a door that people appreciate.
    Yet I am a door.



    Well...for me, a door is something that has hinges and can be opened and closed. So in that case, I assume that windows too have doors?! ��. At least mine does.....
    And I kinda felt like actual doors are like extroverted people and the doors in the windows are introverted. Just my point of view ��.

    @cruisey I hope it's worth the wait....
    #cees_doors @luvnotes_challenge_host

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    Wallflower

    This is the way I am,
    An introvert.
    Not a door that people appreciate.
    Yet I am a door.
    ©leo0707

  • sulu80 13w

    A fascinating teak wooden door
    Placed at the entrance of a beautiful house
    Creating inquisitiveness more and more
    Passerby going around the house
    Showcasing the craftsmanship of maker
    Fixed with hinges,bolts,padlock
    Greeting stupendous door!
    Hiding many secrets behind
    Rescurer from strangers and natural elements
    Witnessing many events in and out
    knock at the door !

    #cees_doors #challenge #miraquill #writersnetwork
    #image prompt

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    Knock knock

    A fascinating teak wooden door
    Placed at the entrance of a beautiful house
    Creating inquisitiveness more and more
    Passerby going around the house
    Showcasing the craftsmanship of maker
    Fixed with hinges,bolts,padlock
    Greeting stupendous door!
    Hiding many secrets behind
    Rescurer from strangers and natural elements
    Witnessing many events in and out
    knock at the door !
    ©sulu80

  • kanungoswati 13w

    #cees_doors
    An appeal to his lady love. I don't know if its apt.


    Dear,
    Let me open the door
    to let Love enter your
    cold proximity;
    Sun beams will caress you,
    warming your senses,
    The verdure of mid -summer
    singing of Nature's glory
    will make you a nectar,
    Brewed in dews and honey suckle
    for your austere heart
    will it soothe you Dear?
    The pristine air
    will chase you around
    giving you life and vigour,
    will banish your sepulchral dreams
    creating a bliss, happiness
    Don't you want it Dear?
    Come outside of your brooding,
    Come and love me,
    Open the doors
    See how love worships Thee.
    ©kanungoswati


    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersnetwork @writersbay


    Thank you for EC. ������������

    OMG.. POD.. Don't believe it.. ������Thank you everyone for your support and time for the read and liking. Thank you @miraquill @writersnetwork for POD.
    I am truly humbled. ��������

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    To my Lady Love

    Doors

  • libra_fey 13w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #cees_doors (I don't know whether it really stands to challenge or not).

    //Choices in our life are like doors to different stages/moments. But in some situations, we are constrained to get through a path/door which may not stand in our likeness, yet we have to follow because, in our path of journey, the circumstances don’t affect only us, it affects people connected to us and in some stages, we are obliged to follow the suggestions which are indirectly strict rules imposed on us by some senior members that obliquely controls our steps.//

    These doors of choices
    Are opened to our steps.
    But are they really our decisions,
    To trace through anyone?

    I know my conclusion,
    It’s the third one I choose.
    But the first one is my fathers wish,
    And the second one is my mother's dream.
    I know not whom to follow,
    It's not abou’ heart and mind,
    It's only about the former,
    ‘Cause my brain is stuck in the web of confusion.

    My sister says follow your will,
    We are what we choose.
    My brother says to follow the tips,
    Experienced are never wrong.

    These voices of suggestion,
    Has risen a feeling of confusion,
    Which has killed my determination,
    And now it has started the fire of hesitation,
    Between me and the doors of decisions.

    The provisions of comments,
    Has now crashed in a collision.
    Though its all our fate that carry us,
    But at present, it's our steps,
    That precise our ways.

    I have to choose one,
    There’s no turning back,
    It’s a one-way maze,
    There is no retracing again.

    After all, these are doors of choices,
    If all of them are closed,
    There is always wide open one,
    To welcome our ways.

    //Different perspectives have different choices
    Thanks to the doors for their multiple appearance
    Thanks to the people for their kind suggestions
    But no thanks to my mind
    For messing this to a fuss//

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    DOORS OF CHOICES OR COMPULSION?

    ©libra_fey

  • paint_a_poem 13w

    #cees_doors #writersnetwork #miraquill


    //Though physically free, we are caged by closed minds and closed doors - which are our limiting thoughts. Little do we realise that what we have is a gift not available to many//

    THE DOOR TO FREEDOM

    The door to freedom is littered with thorns
    Few are prisoners of oppressive physical shackles
    Unable to flee, suppressed and repressed
    Languishing behind closed doors in war torn shores

    But more dangerous are these mental doors
    Hinged in iron with feelings of concrete
    Captive to our own limiting thoughts
    Curtailed by age old customs and belief

    Caged by pretentious facades and illusions
    Cowered by what others say and think
    With irrational fears amongst cowardly crowds
    Clanged by those close minded doors

    If only our mind realises its power
    And the open possibilities we fail to perceive
    A door will open even in unseemly hours
    If not clouded by close minded practices we preach

    If we let in fresh and progressive thoughts take root
    That gag the mind and bind the soul
    The door to freedom is within our reach
    What remains elusive to few and a gift to many

    ©paint_a_poem
    26 Aug 21

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    The door to freedom

    ©paint_a_poem

  • pallavi4 13w

    Doorway

    Trapped in a loop I found myself
    Standing staring at a metallic door
    With golden faces etched on it
    Framed with stones that reached the floor

    I couldn’t understand why I was there
    And what this doorway was meant to be
    All I knew was that I was meant to open it
    To see what was meant for me to see

    As I reached out to touch the door knocker
    The door screeched open on its own
    My skin crawled, my throat grew parched
    I was in the middle of nowhere all alone

    As I stepped in, the door closed
    Swallowing me all at once, whole
    It was then that I realised I was here
    To surrender my body, my soul

    A flaming field with burning crop
    Came slowly into my view
    I stepped towards it as there was nowhere to run
    And a pathway down the middle opened anew

    I could feel the fire almost touch my face
    I ran as the floor was aflame
    Maybe I was being tested I thought
    Maybe this was all just an elaborate game

    Passing through the field I felt lighter
    As though I’d lost some burden on the way
    The twilight refused to budge
    It was neither night nor day

    I came to a river with a boatman and a boat
    Made in a very old and antique style
    I knew instantly this was the Styx
    And my throat immediately filled with bile

    The scenes behind me faded into nothing
    And I stepped shivering onto the boat
    I had nothing to pay to Charon
    It was a miracle that he kept us afloat

    Traversing the infernal river I found
    I’d gradually lost another layer of myself
    And when I stepped off the boat and onto land
    The shore was studded with bones and not shells

    I dug my way through the trenches ahead of me
    Became spattered with filth and grime
    I could barely see where I was headed
    For the sun refused to any longer shine

    Once out of the muddy mess I came
    To a place with strong winds and rain
    I was barely left with anything to call my own
    Only the searing and burning pain

    I fought my way against the storm
    My tears melting away in the downpour
    I begged to be released from it all
    I just couldn’t bear to stand it anymore

    It was in that stormy night that I lost myself
    Never to be found by anyone again
    The fire, water, land and air absorbed my being
    Freeing me of my earthly bounds and chains

    I lost myself and my eyes flew open
    I was drenched in sweat and breathing hard
    How had the demons found me in my sleep
    I never knew when I’d let down my guard

    It was a while before I was able again
    To go through an unknown door
    Who would believe I’d seen the doorway to hell
    And with it so much more ?

    @pallavi4

    26th of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner of-“Doorway to hell” by Arturas Slapsys

    I tried oh so hard to write this in 40 lines! Couldn’t and failed!! I’m so very sorry …. I couldn’t completely adhere to all the rules today . Was having so much fun writing it , only realised I’d exceeded the limit only while posting. 😞

    #cees_doors #dporway #doorway_to_hell #stories_in_poems #stories #dreams #elements #hell #hell_door #door_to_hell @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • the_speccy_outsider 13w

    Here's my submission for the unique 'Doors' challenge hosted by @luvnotes_challenge_host


    Since childhood I was told not to cry as it was considered to be a sign of weakness in the eyes of the society. And being a boy, it is much harder to even feel a tinge of sorrow for there are a plethora of critics waiting for an opportunity, with bated breaths, to pounce onto such prey to promote their repugnant beliefs.

    Alas! Like everyone else I too fell into this abyss and became devoid of emotions. Soon I gathered a certain strength, a handsome confidence that paved way for success and I felt that nothing can be better. The views of the society felt like a verisimilitude echo that possessed gravitas.

    But that wasn't the case. I didn't contemplate the fact that this baggage that I'm penting up into the store room of my heart will one day push past the door and lead to a tsunami of emotions. And that's what happened. The door was destroyed, and the emotions were liberated. Free to flow wherever they found a void.

    It was an honest mistake from my side, though. But I should've known what was best for me, the views of the society, or my own sanity.

    ©the_speccy_outsider

    For posts on similar theme, check out #BreakingStereotypesAndTaboos

    #cees_doors #gogyohka

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    Liberated

    Cluttering up emotions
    Became an elflock
    Tantalizing the uhtceare
    And liberating itself
    From primitive shackles

  • ni_pelz 13w

    Freedom

    Woke up in a depressed state
    "Where am I?"
    She looked around
    Trapped in a doorless room
    She starts screaming for escape
    The more the scream, the more the room shrunk
    This would be the death of her, she thought
    Various thoughts began to overwhelm her
    Thoughts that made her cry
    Thoughts that dampened her spirit
    She was gradually loosing her mind
    She felt helpless, She fainted
    Then woke up to see a light
    Dark thoughts hovering over the light
    But couldn't overpower the light
    She saw a blue door
    Crawling towards it
    She gained her freedom
    ©ni_pelz

  • lalitha_l2 13w

    The doors of adventures,
    Opened to touch floors of many futures.
    The shores to crossed,
    To fly the skies of our wishes.

    One should stand,
    Along the pros and cons,
    And never be diluted,
    With the songs of sad.

    The lectures of many features,
    To be learnt along with cultures.
    The venture should be nurtured,
    With the suggestions of people mature.

    The success on way,
    If we are here there,
    To take the hopes and fires,
    To taste the many flavours.
    ©lalitha_l2
    #cees_doors @luvnotes_challenge_host
    #miraquill #writersnetwork #imageprompt #challenge

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    The doors of adventures,
    Opened to touch floors of many futures.
    The shores to crossed,
    To fly the skies of our wishes.

    One should stand,
    Along the pros and cons,
    And never be diluted,
    With the songs of sad.

    The lectures of many features,
    To be learnt along with cultures.
    The venture should be nurtured,
    With the suggestions of people mature.

    The success on way,
    If we are here there,
    To take the hopes and fires,
    To taste the many flavours.
    ©lalitha_l2

  • outofleague 13w

    The other side of it always
    always keeps a secret from
    this side which you are on.

    Sometimes mysteries and escapes
    sometimes moments and threats
    sometimes beginnings and mistakes
    sometimes patience and delays
    sometimes miracles and fates
    sometimes teases and tests
    sometimes choices and regrets
    sometimes adventures and projects
    sometimes sorrows and steps
    sometimes greetings and goodbyes
    sometimes here and there.

    Nothing connects nor separates.
    It is just a peelable part
    on the wall of mortal theatrics.
    Where you are the show
    as well the show stopper.

    ~~~~~

    #opening #ways #cees_doors

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    Opening Ways
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  • sayuriii 13w

    ~•Gateway to everything•~

    On this side,
    all flags are monochrome,
    on the other side,
    rainbow flags dance in harmony.

    On this side,
    borders get higher each day,
    on the other side,
    there are no borders but bondings.

    On this side,
    wives are beaten, daughters killed,
    on the other side,
    there isn't such a word as "gender".

    On this side,
    money slips down tables into black pockets,
    on the other side,
    tables welcome rich and poor the same.

    On this side,
    humans breathe and kill the speechless,
    on the other side,
    every living being sleeps safe.

    On this side,
    red numbers equate one's future,
    on the other side,
    talents thrive beyond papers.

    On this side,
    one succumbs to the other's crimes,
    on the other side,
    violence ceases existence.

    On this side,
    atoms form nuclear weapons and bloodshed,
    on the other side,
    molecules form helpful robots.

    On this side,
    work decreases to levels,
    on the other side,
    work only equates to dignity.

    Although there's more,
    on the other side,
    there's still genuine goodness,
    somewhere on this side,
    of the worldly door.
    ©sayuriii_

    #cees_doors thank you for the challenge ma'am ��

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  • sweedle 13w

    Your voice kept knocking on the door of my heart, I didn't let you in. I told you I threw the key into the sea but the fact was that I didn't want you to see the darkness in me. There's no warmth in this frozen land for the sweetness your soul offers, I hope you realise this sooner and go for someone you really deserve. I hate to see you walk away but it's for the best, you no longer have to trap me in the beatings of your chest.

    © Sweedle

  • shailjaaaa 13w

    #cees_doors #imageprompt #challenge #mirakee #writersnetwork

    Wandering around the town,
    on a hazy morning.
    Adjacent to an vibrantly hued maple tree,
    there was an old house,
    with chapped walls.
    The shrieking noise of abandoned house,
    spoke with the reticent rage inside my heart.
    I went closer, millions of sentiments
    over poured my mind
    Witnessed there a huge door,
    painted with colours of hope,
    glossed with the shades of happiness
    A wooden door,
    ornated with intricate designs
    It told classic and rich antiquity.
    Cracks and gaps were howling
    a story about a different realm
    The iron hinges, were somehow
    still gripping door, to maintain
    its majestic dignity.
    The rusty joints were creaking,
    resembling an elder being who
    had a playful youth but now experiencing a senescent phase.
    It was not mere a door but path
    to a world which was enigmatic.
    The aroma had an exquisite charm,
    that made my exhausted mind
    lost in the illusory woods of oak,
    a bright sunshine, expanded meadows.
    The bewildering antique door,
    which was obsolete to world,
    I found glimpses of distinguished past.
    Poured my eyes, I left the place
    only to write about it after ages.
    Is it still standing there
    with such glory?
    Is it mere door and not reality?
    Does a inscrutable world
    exist on either side of the door?
    I am still unaware,
    I am still perplexed.

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    Door

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    ©shailjaaaa

  • aivsairandhri 13w

    You were the only word
    I begged behind the door
    Whenever your blue love
    Painted my body in smudges
    Of indigo galaxies
    I loved you more
    So that you will look at them
    And change the artistry
    But you were a great artist
    Who ardently took every time
    In ornating my crumpled body,
    Pain puddled in my every breath
    Still I was sure, you loved me
    And then One day
    I became a blue body of lies.
    ©Aiv Sairandhri

    #domesticviolence #cees_doors #miraquill #writersnetwork #challenge #image_prompt
    @miraquill

    Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork

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    And then One day
    I became a blue body of lies.
    ©Aiv Sairandhri

  • nocturnal_enigma 13w

    * 591st post; 87 posts till 678th
    * 26.8.2021; 3.44 A.M (Malaysia)

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #imageprompt #cees_doors #challenge

    * 3rd in #NuEmDoor

    #NuEmUntitles

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    I want to walk out of the door...
    and then wander at a moor.

    I hear voices in my head...
    that tell me to be dead.

    I give myself a big hug...
    and then, I smile and smug.

    I have self-control; To hold...
    myself, without being told.

    I feel like an outcast...
    who has lots of scars.

    I guess, people misunderstand...
    me; Behind closed door, I stand.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

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  • nocturnal_enigma 13w

    * 590th post; 88 posts till 678th
    * 26.8.2021; 3.40 A.M (Malaysia)

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #imageprompt #cees_doors #challenge by @luvnotes_challenge_host

    * 2nd in #NuEmDoor

    * For: My crush �� AbHaBiAl @ #AHBA

    #poem #poetry #crush #sing #knock #door #heart

    -ock ~

    I still knock...
    on the door...
    of your heart.

    Can you unlock...
    it for me? Please.
    "Let me in." ����

    Look at the clock.
    What time is it now?
    "Time after time" ����

    A missing sock.
    That's who you're like...
    to me. I miss you.

    Will you block...
    me again? If yes,
    it's all in vain.

    You truely rock...
    my world! You...
    matter to me.

    The mirror mock...
    me? I look like you.
    It's like, you look at me.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

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