Best Closing Down Poems
The Box
This box is so small it engulfs me
No windows or doors to be seen
I sit in my corner, thinking:
“Oh Lord, what a wonderful dream.”
I dream that I find a new doorway
The one that’s been there all along
One last look in the mirror,
I know I have to be strong.
I press myself up to the outside
And listen to what lies within
The sound of the silence is deafening
Deep breath and my head starts to spin.
“Don’t go” my mind starts to tell me
The fear going straight to my heart
Blood pumping fast in my veins now
I’ve always been scared of the dark.
Feeling my way through the darkness
I’m surprised there isn’t a lock
My body shaking with anguish
“Can’t do it” my mind seems to mock.
I hear the sound of the laughter
The voices familiar to ear
My hand closing down on the handle
It’s time now to meet this fear.
The motion so light to my touch
My mind all battered and torn
I enter into the limelight
Expecting to meet with such scorn.
The voices abate in a second
No time can be recorded at will
I stare at the faces before me
And notice they all seem so still.
“Good God, my dear woman, what’s kept you?
We thought you would never come home
This party’s been going for some time now
At last you’ve come out on your own.”
I look into the face of my old friend
And turn to meet their embrace
My laughter so light and melodic
The grin spreading over my face
“Sorry I’m late as usual
So much work that had to be done.
But better late than never
The results are second to none.”
My angel, I love to watch you sleep........
When the night comes then your voice calm down
When the moon begin to sail in the sky
then your eyes are closing down to sleep
You fall asleep while dim light illuminates your room
I love to watch you sleep my little girl
You sleep like a little angel within your dreams
Your hair falls both sides of your face and
your hands folded in to the blanket
Your pillows and bunnies are spread around you
You breath soft and low while your innocent heart
beat slowly to the merry tune
I love to watch you sleep my little baby
When I want to kiss you to say good night in your sleep
then you toss your head and stretch your little body
and turn around sleep again while holding your pillow
God brought you to me and given you as his gift
and today you are the greatest treasure in my life
Someone to laugh and dance and sing in my home
I love to watch you sleep my angel
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
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You look back and dream of days long gone
You can feel the tears as they're coming on
Just realizing how much you lost
It's no way to estimate the cost
Once you walked with purpose and your will was strong
Wouldn't back down now somehow it all seems wrong
Never found out how the dice were tossed
Just count the chips and estimate the cost
Oh the price was more than you thought it would be
You just turned your back so you wouldn't see
There were limits set but those lines you crossed
Never took the time to estimate the cost
Now time is closing down that open road
Memories become such a heavy load
Autumn years will bring an early frost
Too late to sit and estimate the cost
Now you're just a few steps ahead of the hell you made
It wasn't supposed to be how the game was played
Total disregard, oh how the rules were tossed
Now the time has come to estimate the cost.
Luscinian voices in the thicket of a midnight waltz
single male birds singing from a point of solitude
closing down on city sounds inside a forest vault
the sound of their vocals, nightingale's prelude
calling in mates with whistles, trills and sounds
sending messages of longing from across the throng
listening from cup-shaped nests, eager to be found
they wind up feeling drawn by their melodious song
she, awake as the dawn and free as a bird in the sky
he, as cuffed to her beauty as the wings on her back
they mate on a branch as soft as a nightingale's sigh
away from the songsters, who are trying but lack
luscinian voices singing softly of dawn's pure glory
two nightingales sharing life and love's true story .
June 11, 2021
we sit more than we walk
we think less than we talk
abandoning our evolution
legs are something we're not using
office blocks use finger tips
we sit, we type use phones and lips
eyes are used as we blindly consume
unnatural light in every room
hunting's not something we do
creating is for just a few
bacteria that we can't see
has changed our whole reality
us human beings top the tree
the middle and the bottom we also be
with germs always our company
closing down each country
we've never been to the floor of the seas
and we don't know how to cure disease
when we're young we are dependent
growing old lose independence
with belief a narcissist holds
we choose to think we are evolved
Why not make a real difference?
By mending broken down walls and fences.
Instead of defacing personal and business property.
Recognizing people and their business need the
freedom to operate them. A healthy and productive
economy, Complete with equal employment opportunities
Is beneficial to all of our countrymen and country women.
They feel they are being surrounded by walls
of hatred, and bigotry. Black people need to
have the responsibly of freedom. By respecting
the rights and privileges of all people, tribes
and tongues. Those of us who are white.
Realize the need for social justice and equality for
Black Americans.
Why not make a difference? Each in our own words,
and each in our own ways! Locking and closing down
our country. When your voices have been heard
is counter productive! The time has come to mend,
fences, walls and bridges not to tear them down!
We are all in this together. United we stand, but
divided we fall!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 02, 2020
Covid 19
Covid 19
Pandemonium erupts
Toilet paper is king
Churches are cancelling
The choirs cannot sing
Covid 19
Covid 19
The last known hand sanitizer
Has been stolen out of the hands of a dead woman
A woman who was alive when she picked it up
But the man had an ax and was not afraid to use it
Covid 19
Covid 19
Schools are closing down fast and hard.
People are buying all the peanut butter they can carry
Family reunions are being cancelled
And brides and grooms are not allowed to marry
Covid 19
Covid 19
Such a pandemic of thoughtlessness
I had previously never seen
The level of angst and fear so high
The atmosphere quite mean
Covid 19
Covid 19
My heart is heavy today for the children so young
Who have no idea that celebrating no school is eventually going to be no fun
For one day they will have to make up what they miss today
Most likely their summer vacation they will have to pay
Translating ideas through energetic muscles
and calculative minds
is his doing
knowledgeable tricks and wise options
converted to the physical for the honour and glory
is his aim.
The one at the top of the chain
possesses his own repertoire.
A personality with tactical onus
is the one and only expectation.
Catastrophic it is;
when such a charisma is tempered with
An effective philosophy gives him fame
but ambiguity in strategy wins the point
a winning atmosphere brings out his etiquette
a loss- he treats so diabolical.
Every attack is a litmus test
mental kunfu blended naturally
with physical dynamism in display
closing down angles, tight markings
speed injection, courage cultivation,
identity-showing formations with opponent-neutralizing weapons,
massive onslaught, defensive solidity and quick counters
all for a harvest of victory
coming from the equations of his thoughts
watered by distinctive motivational skills.
A team player who's always outside the line
The football Manager is he!
Technology taking over
Faster than we know
Smart phones and pretty gadgets
All these androids on the go
Shops are closing faster
Faster than we think
More jobs gone tomorrow
It’s an online shopping dream
Online shopping dream
Amazon, Ebay and Wal-Mart
Just to name a few
Online shopping for everyone
Is the future scaring you
You’ve got so many passwords
You can’t remember them
You’d rather stop but you need to shop
It’s an online shopping trend
Online shopping trend
Sitting here waiting patiently
For the parcel to come
We’ve got the date just can’t wait
But that parcel having fun
Has it been left outside my door
Because I never heard a ring
It’s likely disappeared again
That parcels’ a mystery
I miss that window shopping
The try before you buy
I used to shop until I’d drop
But you can kiss it all goodbye
So link your card to your account
Then you can do it too
Start your shopping online now
There’s not much else to do
Big name shops are closing down
They seem to follow suit
Joining in the online crowd
It’s an online shopping move
Online shopping move
Sitting here waiting patiently
For the parcel to come
We’ve got the date just can’t wait
But that parcel having fun
Has it been left outside my door
Because I never heard a ring
It’s likely disappeared again
That parcels’ a mystery
© Copyright KC.Leake
15th December 2016
All Rights Reserved
During last night’s weather report came the warning.
There would be heavy snowfall in the morning.
Radio and television are turned on throughout the town.
The reason is that the snow is falling down.
Yes, the seasonal precipitation is causing a fuss.
We do not know if we should wait for the school bus.
There is room for doubt if there will be school.
Closing down for inclement weather is the rule.
Then the announcement comes. There are no classes today.
The children jump up and down and yell “Hooray”!
Well kids, do not be celebrating too soon.
You will only have to make up for it in June.
Good tidings young maidens it is me
The chastity belt bespoke fitter
To all princess and queen
I could tell many a tale about the things I've seen
But alas the crusades are over
No need for chastity belts no more
I did good business when the men were at war.
I'm having a closing down sale
Many bargains I've made
It's ok your secrets with me
I still fit free
With pride and dignity.
Of course I might have to make a mould with my hands
To make a correct fit
But I've had plenty of practice and been about a bit.
So come on you wenches and fair maidens
Come lay on my couch
And I'll soon get around to fitting you out
Because there's talk of another war
The men will be fighting again away
My sizes range from small to extra large
With no extra charge
Free can opener if you lose the key
And I'm readily available in an emergency
What ever that emergency maybe.
See me advertise in ye olde Cosmo magazine
With a picture of a massive one I fitted for the queen
I also sell armoured breast belts
With lock and key of course I'll have to measure
And mould your wares on display
I do that for fun you don't have to pay.
Ok Ladies I'll stay open and not close down
A new crusade has started and I'm the only man left around
Send me a E arrow or a talkagram
And I travel to please you from olde Nottingham town.
Any offers?.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Aug.
the coastal train began to slow
as two tracks merged together
it stopped at the end of a single line
in freezing winter weather.
the arrow on the 'way out' sign
led me through a covered hall
but my ticket proving I had paid
was never checked at all.
I walked downhill towards the sea
and left behind the train
motionless at its terminus
and exposed to driving rain.
a small boutique was “CLOSING DOWN!!”
on its "FINAL BIG SALE" day
but despite saying “OPEN” on its door
it had long closed anyway.
I walked past moving spinning lights
that chased and made a noise
inside a place where grabbing cranes
missed grabbing plastic toys.
a gull perched on a wet sea wall
shrieked out its gull like sound
it never moved as I walked by
but stared and stood its ground.
the mist and sky were grey and one
and rain was teeming hard
as thick wet sheets of 'nothingness'
blanked out the promenade.
a man head bowed against the storm
and dog chasing its tail
were at the mercy on the beach
from rain that morphed to hail.
and all those places I once knew
'were on a different street'
with signs that stated "VACANCIES"
and "BEDROOMS ALL EN-SUITE"
I never found that B & B
recalled through misty eyes
and the park that I remember
over time had shrunk in size.
there were parts of town I recognized
and parts that I’d forgot
the cinema had disappeared
but the beach café had not.
with all its red formica tables
and warm and cosy light
the small café dispelled the cold
and put the rain to right.
there was beauty and some sadness too
jolting memories by the sea
I’d reached out to a time long gone..
..and it half reached back to me.
This life's journey is like climbing the stairs
each step, year by year. moving up in the air
the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe
My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede
loss of passion to climb and no will to explore
filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door
having desire and need, for a warm body to hold
Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll
thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide
it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide
filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth
letting the darkness, decide what it is worth
Is this journey over and do I need to lay down
joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down
I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine
It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine
"My body gets nourishment from Mother Earth,
sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"
several formica red tables
glass shakers of pepper and salt
big plastic tomatoes I wanted to squeeze
and shaped bottles of sarson’s own malt.
netting on all of the windows
scratch marks from chairs on the floor
ashtrays with notches to rest cigarettes
and 'open' and 'closed' on the door.
menus upright in a v-shape
the 'royals' adorning the wall
food through the fog of benson & hedges
with no one complaining at all.
my past was a foreign country
before chains, regulations and brunch
places I knew from those misty-eyed times
are no more and have all 'gone for lunch'.
where are the voices of the churches in the midst of this economic uncertainty?
where are the spiritual leaders the moral compass of society?
it seems that since the Rev. Dr. M.L. King died so has the fight for social injustice
what I want to know is why the leaders of the church
seem to be sitting on the fence?
they seemed more concerned about building a new church
while their members are in a financial lurch
it's time to restart the movement by speaking truth to those in high positions
to let the Rebuplicans and Tea Party know it's not just them who can make decisions
we need to talk to our youth and tell them of what we've survived and endured
from slavery to the Depression now to this Recession that is closing down doors
they say they want smaller government when in actuality
they want to reduce the numbers of minorities getting decent salaries
for the government be it Fed, City or State is the largest employer
of the Black, Hispanic and Minority middle class structure
now they're going after the Unions trying to get rid of their collective bargaining tool
also reducing or cutting federal dollars to state universities and historic Black schools
how will our children ever be able to afford higher education?
connect the dots and see that it's a process of marketability elimination
WAKE UP MY PEOPLE why can't you see
what the Republicans are trying to do to the middle class families
so what are we waiting for? why have the churches not spoken out?
what are we waiting for? are the churches in denial and doubt?
it's time for the churches to step up to the plate
to speak out against what the Republicans are attempting to propagate
we now have an African-american man as President of this great land
yet the African-american church has yet to publically take a stand
we have not adminsihed those who belittle him and keep trying to take him down
we have not publically supported him nor have we made a sound
what are we waiting for? can't you see the writing on the wall?
if we don't act nor fight back we will all take the fall
what are we waiting for? it's time for the movement to restart
for us to be like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. we need to do out part