Poem About Locked Doors

Some say the angels lock it from the outside.

Poem about locked doors.

But at last came a knock and i thought of the door. With no lock to lock. And cut them off from window light. As told to a child.

It has all your bad dreams in it. Life s true potential is a locked door. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door. It has all your bad dreams in it.

The key that opens to what lies behind. With an iron door that can t be opened. Some say the devil locks the door. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands.

A blue locked door. However there is a locked room up there. Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been. In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again. So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. The people inside have no water. However there is a locked room up there.

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. Locked doors poem by joseph narusiewicz. So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry. But that key is what lies in your hands.

With an iron door that can t be opened. 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. And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves. Some say the devil locks the door.

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. I climbed on the sill and descended outside. Unable to be opened without a key. The time i dreamed the door was tried.

Poem by robert frost. Some say the angels lock it from the outside. Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. But the knock came again.

My window was wide. The people inside have no water.