Poem About Locked Doors

It has all your bad dreams in it.

Poem about locked doors.

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

So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry. I climbed on the sill and descended outside. The people inside have no water. The people inside have no water.

However there is a locked room up there. My window was wide. Some say the devil locks the door. It has all your bad dreams in it.

But the knock came again. As told to a child. 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. 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. Unable to be opened without a key. With an iron door that can t be opened.

The time i dreamed the door was tried. A blue locked door. And i though of the door with no lock to lock. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands.

The key that opens to what lies behind. My window was wide. Life s true potential is a locked door. Some say the angels lock it from the outside.

I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door. Poem by robert frost. Some say the devil locks the door. 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. Some say the angels lock it from the outside. When we locked up the house at night we always locked the flowers outside. But that key is what lies in your hands.

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.