Just something I wrote in my Theatre class

I am the door that the hands have touched
I have seen snow, rain, wind, and sun
I have been painted, slammed and peered through
I have been left open, kicked, leaned upon and locked
I have had messages taped upon my face
I sport the decorations of the season with pride

I am the door that can never look one way
I feel the clash between two worlds
I am both too loud and silent to measure
I am observant and never pushy
I am the support for those who lean

I am the door that protects and impedes
I am the one that keeps out the night
I keep the madness away from my family
I lack handles at a level where all can reach
I am to narrow for all to pass, to heavy to open

I am the door that hides the lies
I see the world that exists both inside and out
I hear the arguments and see the fights
I feel the falls and observe the tears
I witness the visitors, and feel vibrations
I suffer the screams that eco from the walls

I am the door that watches time
I am the first to greet anyone who enters
I see bodies as they change, and backs that depart
I see faces grow older, and scars faded
I bear the marks that the years have brought

I am door that is taken for granted
I am never thanked for doing my work
I do it anyways, dedicated and immovable
I have been praised and complained about
I am both remembered and forgotten

I am the door that fades to time
I shall be replaced by a new era one day
I know not when or how change comes
I do my duty anyways waiting until the day
I am gone from the memories of those who live on
I will rot back into the earth that gave me my birth

I am the door

That's a really good poem!

thank you~

This was an interesting read. I certainly wasn't expecting a poem about a door, though I don't know what I really was expecting. The composition was nice, I like how you kept with the 'I' at the beginning of every line, yet I didn't like it in the same instance. I suppose you just made it work for you. I also liked how you embodied the door, gave him human characteristics that were really believeable.

"I am the door that watches time
I am the first to greet anyone who enters
I see bodies as they change, and backs that depart
I see faces grow older, and scars faded
I bear the marks that the years have brought"

This stanza really stood out to me, I love the first line of it.

Good job, overall, well done.