Poem About Locked Doors

Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been.

Poem about locked doors. But the knock came again. You become a house where the wind blows straight through because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door and you re the house where people come and go as they please because you re simply too unimpressed to care. So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands.

I climbed on the sill and descended outside. Some say the devil locks the door. Locked doors poem by joseph narusiewicz. Locked rusted doors fill the soul with dread fading in the distance of an endless hall onward ever onward into eternal dark resisting their pull not heeding their call knowing behind one flickers life s spark from so many doors it s impossible to choose when endlessly new ones materialize anew open the wrong one and there is much to loose.

Some say the devil locks the door. As told to a child. And cut them off from window light. The people inside have no water.

So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry. However there is a locked room up there. Life s true potential is a locked door. Poem by robert frost.

And i though of the door with no lock to lock. Some say the angels lock it from the outside. With no lock to lock. My window was wide.

A blue locked door. But the knock came again. But that key is what lies in your hands. In prayer to the door.

It has all your bad dreams in it. Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. The key that opens to what lies behind. Unable to be opened without a key.

It has all your bad dreams in it. When we locked up the house at night we always locked the flowers outside. The time i dreamed the door was tried. Some say the angels lock it from the outside.

With an iron door that can t be opened. And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves. My window was wide. The people inside have no water.

However there is a locked room up there. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door.