Best Closed Door Poems
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
Adonis, ripe with pouty lip
And cold, reptilian eye;
Hot packaged for the latest trip;
Designed to fly--
What was it you were running from
That swiftly ran you down?
Dark forests of the night had come
Ablaze downtown.
A lizard on the smoldering rock
Had surfaced on the street.
Was this alone your fatal shock--
Your personal heat?
And was there something not well hid
Behind that flicking tongue,
Behind an eye's half opened lid
Where songs are sung?
And did that primal scream contain
Your own cry for escape
From where excess, for all it's gain,
Includes self rape?
Hey Jim. that was not Nietzsche's jive
For madness can't redeem;
It lets the legend stay alive,
But kills a dream.
As yesterday's sun went down
I was uneasy, plenty of things are no longer around
Used to feel blessed, often my feet couldn't feel the ground
In that small shining space, joy and happiness were found
Thereafter, life goes on, I move though it's heavy
I keep glancing back, it's too good to let it free
At the side-walk there are shining windows, which I choose not to see
I stare at the closed door, hoping it will open though it will never be
I stumble unto people and fall down while I am moving
They scold me not, but they lend their hand to help me standing
As I grasp their hands and look around, it makes me realizing
The side-walk is bright, cause of the windows, through it the sun is shining
Throughout yesterday's night, as the darkness embraced
I was lonesome, did lots of thinking, and tried to be brave
Then I found it's already dawn, to God I say grace
The sun rises again and this time far from the closed door, I move away.
Even when you feel lost
There is always a way
Of finding direction
Somehow we tend to look
At a closed door
As our last chance,
Wishful for it to open
Meanwhile open doors
Are begging for some attention
Just a little nudge
That is all it would take
But we tend to be afraid,
Fearful of the unknown
Wasting our hopes and dreams
On doors that was never
Meant for us to open
Look beyond that closed door
Open yourself up to that
And move past
The ones that were closed in your face…
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Hoping if I return there will be an open home
I don’t want to be alone
The shut door that locked me out
Do anyone have a key until I figure what this is about
I’m emotionally damaged like an original sin
Eliminating the silence so whose going to let me in
I’m still searching for an open door
It seems so familiar like I’ve been here before
I know I’m in need of love that everlasting spark
Needing faith full words before my vision grows dark
With my last breath I beg forgiveness
I cry for God to heal my sickness
Without you Jesus in my life use to be difficult
It was my self-pity….It was my fault
I craved for relief and for sanctuary
Inside my soul I felt colder than January
The Lord’s hand grabbed me from the dark ambiances that tried to drag me to its core
Thank you Jesus for opening that close door
Isaiah 41:10 'Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.'
Psalm 144:7 Stretch forth Your hand from on high; Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens
BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR
Behind the closed door, a brew of brazen pain
Like a geyser gushes out, woe-filled teary rain
When in midst of all, pretense of happy smile
Though in heart flows, sorrow like the Nile
Of torture, of torment: tides secret sweep the brain
Disloyalty, Dreams demolished and the missed train
Blatant scene of none to pull the chain!
Leaves us distraught at least for a while
Behind the closed door....
Augments our agony, if to all we try to explain
Some good is to conceal, like the beetles their death they feign
As we walk alone , stronger we grow, in search of safety isle
Few miles though turbulent, we 'll learn to reconcile
Gather we slowly, inner-strength and lost hope to regain
Behind the closed door.
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
The Closed Door
Shut the door
Locked it tight
Kept at bay
All that will ignite
The flame inside
Barely a flicker in sight
There is no silence
Behind the door
For the voices of my thoughts
Are loud and worn
Too many voices yell at me
Telling me what should or shouldn’t be
Is there wisdom behind these voices?
Or are they just critics of choice
My desire is to lock them out
Allow me to discover what I am about
Too much to ask at this date
However; it is dangerous to hesitate
Knock all you want
I will not answer your call
Leave me be
Until I decide to stand or fall
The curls in her hair reminds me of how the world spins.
I closed my door no other girl gets in....jus her lightskin with the hurricane thighs.
everything shut down when I look into her eyes.
the water runs deep as i climb into the peeks between her walls...my name she calls.
She thanks the GODS everytime my head bobs.
She roars everytime i lift her legs like lamborghini doors....the bed is drenched with love
making.Her eyes roll in the back as I suck her love in....she explodes on to me.
My thighs is soked with her love juices.
Knocking from the back door sweat drips from her face.....let me have taste.....ummmm!How
great as it splash upon my waist.
We make it to the floor she try 2 crawls to the door.
Little did she kno that these doors are closed.
Do not tempt death by opening its door, for in its time it will find you.
~ by poet
What lies behind that door?
Is it darkness or light?
A place filled with shadows
and silence, day and night?
With such a thought, fear grows.
What lies behind that door?
View of my future, or
memories from my past?
Curious to know, but
don't want to breathe my last.
What lies behind that door?
I grasp the bronze handle
my fingers start to shake.
If I should open it
would it be a mistake?
What lies behind that door?
It's quite a mystery,
said I, in whispered breath.
I won't tempt fate today,
being loath to face death.
April 7, 2022
Form M - Monchielle Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Death
My sister would always wait until the time
lose concentration in the dead evening.
She would tell mother it was time for vigil.
Her racial church always has one every Friday.
Mother won't complain cos she thought her
to be a good girl & we were the bad eggs.
I became sick of watching her go to this vigil.
I followed her trail one sexy Friday evening
When she entered into the dumb house
The room went blind and I heard her moan
Mother is yet to recover from the shock.
When every searching eyes has gone astray,
Nneka would always learn to pleasure herself.
She would trace the hole in her thigh pleasantly
then, groan in an unknown tone in the dark.
Her voice searching for what is missing in her,
She would chase the calm darkness into chaos.
Our bodies would protest as we watch curiously.
Our skins would gather heated sweat into boiling water.We learnt to urinate more often as the groaning circulated in our disturbed eardrums.
Till now, we never learn what that is called.
In the village square before the new year,
Girls learnt to giggle watching boys dance.
they always have stories on their lips to tell
their parents.The village bushes were their home. a home for them and the other Boys.
they prefer the rough guys to the calm boys.
they prefer the ugly men to the fine boys.
as long as you could dance to their tone,
Your artistic performance will take them home.
then, they talk about you behind close doors.
how weak you were under their prowess.
In their closet they talk about boy's weakness,
The Perfume their men wear to please nose.
How the lips of their men taste in the dark
How broad the shoulder of their men look
How intelligent they are found in the night.
Women and their familiar need on men
Girls and their nagging lips against nature,
These are the nemesis songs among feminists.
Father told us about these snout skimpy girls
their preys are men of goodwill in light...
These are things girls do behind closed doors.
©John Chizoba Vincent
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I was standing in front
Of a shut door
To afraid to reach out
And open it
My world was spinning
And my heart was pounding
The things that stood behind that door
Were things that I was to
Afraid to face
Now being asked to open the
Door I thought was
Locked and closed forever
Was making me shake
The things no
One else knew were being
peered in by a stranger
I keep telling my self I’m
Not ready
I keep trying to convince
Myself it was all her fault
I keep saying I’m over it, I’m stronger now
But if so why is this so
Hard?
I reach out to open
The door and I start to cry
I hear voices shouting all around me
NO, Stop, I’m scared
I’m not ready, I cant tell
They scream louder as I get closer
But my hand touches
The door and it slowly begins to
Open.
And then all the memories rush back
And it all begins.
Shut the door behind me
Shun out the chaotic world
My room is my savior
The only safe haven
Where I can be me
A colorful world surrounds my walls
Comforting me from the hatred outside
Blocking the chaos that slowly seeps through
Trying to get me to fall into despair
Music calms the soul
To drive away the dark
A lullaby for the ears
To drive out the hate
A house full of chaos and dissonance
The only salvation I have here
Lies within my room
That keeps me sane.
They don't know
How fragile I can be
Like a china doll
I can break to pieces.
Don't they know the tears I shed
When they break me down
To the lowest point
When I just can't take it.
Can't they see I deserve my solitude
Just wanting to be left alone
Give me my fair share of silence
So my brain can speak to me.
Don't they understand
The dreams that I have planned
If they just learn to hold thy tongue
Change so I can find a shard of happiness
In a house that's so full of dissonance
If they can't learn to accept the facts
I'll just do things my own way
Won't let them bring me down
They'll never see me cry.
So I'll stand my ground
Staying where I am
Being true to me
Don't care what they say
Stupidity is over-rated
Anger can kiss it
Sadness can just go away
Screaming you need to shut it.
When I'm behind my door
Lost in my own world
There's no need for negativity
Let myself be lost in my imagination
Where my room is my salvation.
A door unopened
the knock
makes almost
no sound
so subliminal
is
the flimsy veil
of steel
that guards the answer.
Time will fly by today like it did yesterday
Before you know it today will be yesterday
Take advantage of today
Tomorrow ain't nothing but a closed door.
Behind the door
Lies the balm
To my heart sore
That refuses to be calm
I stretch my arms
To fling it open
But the qualm
Forces my limbs to soften
I squirm, I fret
The lack of steel
Pushes me into
The cavern of regret
The forces opposite
Squash my breath
I gasp like the fish
On the verge of death
I beg for mercy
Knowing my sin
To be born
With no strength within