Harthman Carpio Munteanu

Rookie - 0 Points (22.Nov.1975 / Bucharest)

The Door - Poem by Harthman Carpio Munteanu

I do, somehow, remember that I’ve been here before –
I recognized the color and sound of this old door –
So odd it seems to me and… all at once… so good
To find a piece of you in this forgotten wood

My mind brings back to me the odor of your skin –
As I re-live in memories and on the floor I lean –
Some laughs between the walls, some tears, but most of all
The large smile on your face when walking through this door…
You used to come and kiss me and tell me ‘bout your day
While taking on your breast my weary head to lay,
Caressing me with passion like only lovers do –
For loving you had I, the only love I knew

That’s why I’m here today: I came prepared to bury
This too-much-of-a-burden that I was left to carry –
When I’ll walk out this room and close, behind, the door,
I’ll lock you there inside with “I’ve been here before”.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about The Door by Harthman Carpio Munteanu

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]