Poem About Locked Doors

The people inside have no water.

Poem about locked doors.

But the knock came again. 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. But at last came a knock and i thought of the door. A blue locked door.

Unable to be opened without a key. Life s true potential is a locked door. Some say the angels lock it from the outside. With an iron door that can t be opened.

As told to a child. With an iron door that can t be opened. However there is a locked room up there. When we locked up the house at night we always locked the flowers outside.

My window was wide. I climbed on the sill and descended outside. But the knock came again. But that key is what lies in your hands.

So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door. And cut them off from window light. The people inside have no water.

Some say the devil locks the door. With no lock to lock. Poem by robert frost. Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been.

It has all your bad dreams in it. Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. The time i dreamed the door was tried. In prayer to the door.

It has all your bad dreams in it. So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. Some say the angels lock it from the outside. Some say the devil locks the door.

And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves. Locked doors poem by joseph narusiewicz. 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. 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.

However there is a locked room up there. The key that opens to what lies behind.