Best Closed Poems
Nobody knows what goes on behind this hotel door
‘Mr Smith’ isn’t with his wife of that I’m pretty sure!
He’s with his mistress Sue, they are having an affair
But he is a cheating love rat and he doesn’t really care
A barrage of fists is flying at number twenty-two
Sally covers her bruises, what else can she do
Her man is a bully and hits where nobody can see
She’s got no one to turn too otherwise she would flee
Harry is all alone since his dear wife has died
He’s desperately lonely but filled with such pride
His family only live on the other side of the city
But are so busy with their lives, isn’t that a pity
Post builds up in his letter box, there’s milk left at his door
Neighbours think they’ve seen him but they aren’t really sure
The police arrive; break down his door and Harry’s lying dead
He’d fallen down the stairs; dried blood lay round his head
Peter is an alcoholic and he suffers from depression
He has bouts of violence, he’s known for his aggression
Since his wife walked out on him he’s attempted suicide
His life has gone downhill since he lost his lovely bride
Little Sally wants to hide when she sees Phil the baby sitter
He makes her do ‘things’ with him, if she won’t he says he’ll hit her
She’s subjected to sexual abuse that no child should endure
But her parent’s are oblivious when they walk out that door
Nobody really knows what goes on behind closed doors
I wonder would you divulge what happens behind yours?
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I can put things together
Sometimes I'm on what you wear
Sometimes on things
Sometimes I get stuck and you get mad at me
Its not often for me to break
I'm made out of metal
I'm a zipper
In my closed space
I am free to shrug off that which I wear
To hide my true self;
A being which does not belong to this earth
But which seeks to find the anchorage
Of there where I come from!
In my closed space,
I am free to be mad, to wish for death,
To imagine of myself as being magical,
To cry over that which hurts me,
To pretend that the years have not worked
On the shape of my body
And to sing, even if my voice is not trained!
In my closed space
I can be a bird, mystical, beautiful,
Or even a lioness, sleek and dangerous
Why,
In between the walls of my own space
I can even be in love
As would a heroine of a romance;
Bold even in my fragility
Experienced in my innocence
And happy in the gloom of impossible love!
In this hidden space
Life happens as I want it to
It dances according to my tunes
And sings according to the lyrics that I write
In this space,
I am free to be who I am!
"My closed eyes shall forever see, the happiness you brought to me”
My sadness wears a smile
when my eyes are closed,
keeping me from seeing
what waits outside
on that lonely pathway
leading through the life
we always talked about sharing
Our song plays in my mind
and I hear it calling
in the darkness,
the melody is soft and drifting,
echoing through the room
in the sweetest harmonies of
you and me
The taste of your euphoric kiss
still lingers upon my lips
as I dare not speak
for fear of losing the sensation
that caressed me in a feeling of ambrosia,
desperate for the moment
to be unending
I encounter your eyes staring, floating
in my grateful mind,
mahogany planets
hypnotically orbiting this vast space
that engulfs me, remnants of a dream
eclipsing an autumn moon
we once called ours
And as I hold the poetry you sent,
I do not see the words
of destined love,
but caress the paper
folded neatly to fit
snuggly in the envelopes
addressed to me,
never to let go
Still I cannot look because
when my eyes are opened
they are filled with tears
for the endless days ahead
without you here,
but closed I can see
what we had together
Reminding me that if I
had never had you in my life,
the beauty that we shared
might not have been and without you
my sadness would not be able to
wear this smile remembering how it felt,
to be loved by you
Closed doors
Especially if they are bolted shut
Why refuse to move on?
Why do you keep knocking at that particular door?
As if your very next breath depended
On someone answering
On someone opening
It is closed for a reason
Maybe your destiny is not behind that door
Stop knocking
Stop forcing your way in
Change is good
At time a necessity
To find your place in the world
Move on
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Once sheltered from the
Beaming rays of dawn,
Closed eyelids view the
Multi-colored hues.
First seen, bright aqua
Blended with chartreuse,
Then divine peach which
Crimson fades into.
A green like no earthly
Color I have seen
Lingers and I am
Consumed with delight,
Feeling that glorious
Shade penetrate
Into my body and
Soul’s inner sight.
A spark of pink soon
Appears to ignite
And morphs into a fuchsia
Floral bloom. . .
A peaceful shade
To meditate upon.
Relax in Nature’s fresh air
In warm sun
Should you desire to bathe
In rainbow’s light.
Each color vibrates
To a musical note
And with them all, my
Joyous soul takes flight.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note: I wrote this poem after bathing in the sun on our deck with
my eyes closed as these enchanted colors appeared.
the door has been closed
it has been bolted and locked
don't try the window
my heart is secure
your words are no longer "keys"
soul sanctuary
image is tarnished
no longer will I welcome
a fallen hero
Eileen Manassian
Today I sat and pondered and closed my eyes to see
On a sunny island I strolled, knowing what's ahead for me
Closer to the beach hut I could hear our favourite song
Through the louvred doors I go, as I catch a scent so beautifully strong
It's emanating from the bathroom, amidst a plume of moisture, steam
Slowly I reach my destination as I continue into my dream
My eyes peer through scented vapours, catching a shadow within my sight
Lavender surrounds two souls as I catch shapes of pure delight
My love, my maiden, my Queen, having exited from her shower
Thralls the man in me attracted by her womanly power
She glimpses she sees I'm there, her towel is offered to I
Closer we move to each other as my hands wander to dry
Her nape, shoulders and back touched as if by an angels wings
The song that lured me earlier, my heart now joyfully sings
To her hips I reach, whilst to my knees I fall
My heart now racing faster, my hands in drying sprawl
To me she now graces, azure blue eyes look down at me
Beauty in she abounds, through loved eyes my love I see
Crimson lips allure to mine, as if in magnetic trance
Naked we are, touching brushing, we enter into dance
Two bodies in tender abrasion, hands in adventurous roam
Alluring desires excite freely in our sunny island home
"Outside Closed Circles"
Tall limbed stories
are stilts
to walk softly
aloft the shallows
casting shadows
bruised in purple
a double degree
in stray fellows
luxury is the
comfort calling
in front of all the Lost
pressed between pages
keeping safe between lines
transparent cowards
blooming now
between pages
kisses soft and velvet
like moist dew drops
on forgotten blue flowers
that unfurl skywards
fresh and smiling
lick the golden syrup
of his sun
Lux
is
Love
Could this be
Life again
Beginning
again
unravelling
before the feet
of the somnolent casual
outside
closed circles
and
black shadows
under the eyes of
the thinned skinned
Is this the
Begin Again?
the true story
unravels
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Wake Up Alone" / Amy Winehouse
https://youtu.be/bS8-qQojlhA
“Drowned in me,
we bathe under blue light
His face in my dreams
seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul,
he swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him,
moon spilling in
And I wake up alone “
LYRICS/ "Wake Up Alone", Amy Winehouse
https://genius.com/Amy-winehouse-wake-up-alone-lyrics
I sit alone in the forest among the grass and moss one day
I hoped to grasp fulfillment in my heart and alone pray
I shut my eyes to see my surrounding about me
I felt suddenly so cheerful and free
The sun beams leaped and danced upon my shoulder
They pressed against my warm skin much bolder
And as I listened to the sun shining
I seen in the midst of my darkness it gleaming
It told me of it's story through minds eye, I too see
Oh it made me feel so free
I continued to listen what the leaves then told me
Brushing upon one another so swiftly
It was a sound, oh my I listened delightfully
The leaves then burst in laughter, swish swish ha ha,
Chuckling ever so high as the wind did blow
It's extending branches twisted to and fro
Tickling one another of the full free winds frinzy
In the distance the church bells rang
Clang, Clang, Clang,
I even hear the people inside as they sang
The flow of their voices rested gently on the evening wind
For through eternity in this place I wanted to spend
The sunlight no more upon me within it's driven range
The coolness of the evening jumped out at me
I sit a bit longer in my minds eye the scenery to see
Again as I gasped, I suddenly do feel so free
I listened to the distant buzzing of the bees
The coolness looked so vicious and so strong
I shut my eyes no longer, the darkness was all around
With my eyes I seen the sad, dark, gloomy mossy ground.
What fun I'd had today as I shut my eyes and watched the
scenery with mostly my ears
Now a blind man of his in tuned senses, a Gift from God to him given
and should never fear the darkness, or challenged by his fears.
For that day I spent in the darkness sensing all the landscape
Over and through my senses a lovely gift God did over me drape.
When you were way too young
How the hell were you to know
Their secrets and sins would hurt your world
No chance for you to grow
Only tears for you to show
Your Behind Closed Doors...
Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering of a horny man who lived by threats
so she counted her bills and tucked them in her brassiere with a tear
She cringed when glass smashed and grinded her teeth when she was cold
it was a bordello made surreal by alcohol mellowed Johns who were so old
A bawdy crib, (bagnio del innocente) bath for the innocent...
a knocking shop that foiled the linen and gave shiners to young girls,
no one cared
in this disorderly place, where the stew was watered down with whiskey float
Then came the raid that brought everything to a halt,
in a gestalt moment she found freedom, perhaps her prayers were answered?
Down to the river she went for a bath and a rest,
it was then that she remembered her first time, it was incest *
The wild caged bird had no other place to hide but in this fortress
she slept for days on the grass beside a great big boulder, ,
all the wild animals in the forest thought she was a Princess.
They let her sleep, and fed her pine nuts from the trees. Until this day,
Gianna never mentioned the brothel to anyone, no even herself.
Feb. 20, 2021
Clam on me had closed her two arms
Captivating me and my many charms
Then the next thing that I did know
Drug me under and never let go.
Bone by bone they went asleep
I did end up in the ocean deep
When people down have went
What they see now is a monument.
Jim Horn
for Enya MacGabann
Intriguing thought begins to waltz,
With baby steps, timid and coy,
Twirling into a master ploy -
It hesitates and then it halts…
The thought is tamed, the game is on,
Fervid, wild word search is in play;
The frantic quill redrafts all day,
The mind’s in frenzy, dusk to dawn.
Masterpoem is to be born!
Or is it vehemently verbose?
One despised doubt… it hither goes -
Into the waste bin, gravely torn!
Genious has his highs and lows -
The price of greatness, I suppose!
I rather
be blind
Than live in this
world with eyes
That refuse
to see
© Harry J Horsman 2019