Best Gatekeeper Poems
twas the night,
forsaken to see,
another angel,
calls to he.
He who walks,
through desolate skies,
teaching young angels,
how to fly.
Blowing the wind,
beneath their wings,
keeping them aloft,
for everyone to see.
This is the man,
who controls all fate,
the one who lets,
people through his gates.
Categories:
gatekeeper, angel, death, god, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
a roar a purr
i am the gatekeeper
of my heart
of what goes in
and what comes out
a big overgrown lion
i roar mostly i purr
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~GATEKEEPER~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on October 15, 2018
Categories:
gatekeeper, heart, introspection, self,
Form:
Free verse
When your wings no longer carry your weight
I will be there to open the gate.
Just like Peter in the heavenly sky,
I'm the first one you see once you have died.
When your halo splits, or slips, and chokes,
You will recall the final words that you spoke:
The curses you uttered for your forsaken life,
And the lies that cut her love like a knife.
You devil, you wretch, you hideous man,
To her you did things you did not understand.
“Breathe in, breathe out, it will all be okay”
The malice you spit crawls in all that you say.
Maybe when the door opens to the City of Dis
You’ll know what deception was in every kiss.
You said that you loved her, what a terrible sin.
Now I’ll open this portal, and summon you in.
Categories:
gatekeeper, religion, sad,
Form:
Free verse
I am the keeper,
Who and what gets in
Is my responsibility.
Tides of new thought arrive,
Containers for spreading despair,
As I work the stars are always
Majestic up there.
Restless on a square of
bedrock memories,
Sparks of anxiety
Set off fires, useful for
Recipe cooking and
Reference checking.
Pure colors dilute into
Black and white tapestries
Of guilt and self doubt,
Like weather fronts,
Coming in and going out.
Vast, ambiguous weight
Sways in my aching heart,
The latch and sagging hinges
Need repair, so much use,
Like my hands and feet, me..
The gatekeeper.
Categories:
gatekeeper, age, life,
Form:
Verse
You hold the flame that tamed my heart
That came to me in the light of the dark
On fire from the very start
Life itself could not pry our love apart
Meeting in the middle like a dancing fiddle
That sings out like a weeping willow
That reflects from the glisten
Out of the corner of your eyes
Have I ever felt a love that testifies
No matter how hard I try
Finding the kind of love that you supply
That makes your heart touch the sky
A love that makes all life's special moments magnify
Like the sun dances off the morning dew
Through and through I will always love you
The woman who holds the key to my heart
From the moment we met you ignited amazing sparkes
Touching my soul as our love unfolds
That makes my life so fancy and new
Making all my dreams come true
Oh gatekeeper of my heart
How I loved you right from the very start
Let us never tear our love apart
Or take it for granted
Because of the kind of love we planted
Is forever enchanted in our hearts
Where we keep all the amazing starts
Categories:
gatekeeper, romantic love,
Form:
Ballad
You're a curious one.
The same thing that enables us to even live
also makes our blood run cold.
We see you with a heart of stone
and we fear the things we cannot grasp.
A concept of end with no hope of beginning again.
Yet the rest of life accepts you.
The trees fall before you.
The rose will grow long after it knows
that one day, it will wither.
The elderly beast will lay aside,
close it's eyes,
accept the end as part of life.
But we tremble at your very mention,
do all we must to avoid your pressence.
Is this truly the price of intellegence?
In which case, I'd rather be savage.
It's better than a life of fear.
So embrace I shall this bittersweet truth
and keep in mind, I have purpose
even after you've claimed my vessel
and returned me to the earth and sky.
And maybe someday I'll again know life.
No more tears
no more fear.
Just love and understanding
of the job that must be done.
You're such a curious one,
and I will greet you like a curious child,
with an open heart and question.
Show me the true path of life,
my guide and my gatekeeper.
Categories:
gatekeeper, deathheart, heart, life, me,
Form:
the skyline holds time as shadows vanish
darkness claims the sunset like an avalanche
faint sounds from the passing of the sun
wake aging prophets
an old street shines like half a moon
stops signs and streetlights bend for recollection
illuminating the way back home
like feathers in the wind
I claim this place in memory's defense
taunting me, calling me, inspiring a visit
enlightened shortcuts of madness beg me to exist
winds reunite the path where I always kept watch
alive again and moved by the serenading locust
mother's whistle signals a last minute warning
Eager faces turn intent for the race that fly's us home
barefooted barely touching the asphalt
flying for the victor’s just reward
measured over and forever the chase to our front door
with a birds pace we keep foot to foot, over and again
yes we're here, ear to ear keeping the perfect pace
transcendent is this place
Indignant will begins the pretense
ignoring all exits
I am once more the Gatekeeper
miles mark our years endeared
life has dealt us hands separate and fatal
trailing again I let you win,
now you stand deep in my sight
catching your breath, to be claimed triumphant
all my senses dive in for the quench
as hope drops me like an anchor
every tingling nerve that is my existence
runs fated and bound
now you stand deep in my essence
assured by your eyes so alive
our giggles and stares
in an instant I become the intruder
found failing, time mocks and stalks me
I would give all right here and now
to hold your hand, warm with life
I become resistant and mighty as the Titan
sure to win by force or stride
I've counted insane these links in my chain
still destiny sentences you to remain
hand in hand I pull you close and life takes you back
this tradition, time demands
endless subtle calls
the voice I follow home
a last minute escape
possessing a map of this world
a place in time
where I find you alive
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
Michael Gene Dorsey
May 21st, 1966 to April 11, 2011
Categories:
gatekeeper, adventure, brother, death, grief,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A faraway coast
The coldest of wars
A frontline post
Flying machines with whirly blades
and painted on red stars
search in vain for a ghost
Tension was high
In the waters off Kamchatka Krai
Categories:
gatekeeper, military, ocean, sea, war,
Form:
Verse
with every passing moment I think of you
in every waking hour I long for your taste
the memories haunt me but I love feeling this way
with every rose comes a thorn
in every night the darkness overcomes
for now ill drift off to sleep but I know I’ll never dream of anything else
you were my Annabel Lee
and I was the gatekeeper to your garden
underneath the fabric of time there is always a myriad of things good as well as bad
the raven calls out my name at the fourth hour of every night
then come the eyes that follow my every move
I cower at the thought that they're watching me
for I know that they know I'm guilty at heart
I cannot help but be thankful for time
it gives me the chance to replace the hearts I have stolen
but I know that with every success there comes a failure
so I fear for my peace of mind
I will never be forgiven so I will not deny it when I’m dragged to the pits of despair
and I know I will find you there
Categories:
gatekeeper, garden,
Form:
Free verse
shade tree... shadowy
absorbing every whisper...
~ keeping her secrets
Categories:
gatekeeper, silence, tree,
Form:
Haiku
no one may enter and
no one may leave but here
no one is a stranger
the leftover bread of feasts
tossed out onto the street
claimed by birds and beggars
a generous host should know
that any wall is only as tall
as its watchman
Categories:
gatekeeper, social, may,
Form:
Keeper at the gates, why do you hide from me
i've been broken, now you offer up the key
can i tempt you with my honest declaration
or must i solve your riddles,
'til you reveal yourself to me
Categories:
gatekeeper, confusion, mystery, passion, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Gatekeeper
The gatekeeper whose
golden house’s roof reflects
off the sun at noon
A torch or a lighthouse for
The fearless midnight watchman
Marckincia Jean
Tanka
10/16/19
Categories:
gatekeeper, baptism, christian, creation, faith,
Form:
Tanka
Delivered from the bowels of the ancient tombs of Pharaohs forgotten
The steampunked chest plated falcon loving gatekeeper approached
We were fearful of his neon green glance and psychedelic war paint.
He was not your typical partygoer. It did not take a genius to see this.
Dragon like feelers in a moon pattern were part of his body’s armor.
Intimidated, we stopped dancing and started to look for exits.
An evil eye neck plate with falcon-like attitude stopped us in our tracks.
Where is Gyemaster? He asked. Voice compelled us to stay in place.
We obediently allowed him to scan us with is eyes, one by one.
Satisfied, he moved to an eager young giggling female freshman.
She stopped moving, was dead silent now; her face glowed orange.
You know him don’t you? He asked her in a hologram way.
She nodded and he led her from the party as you would lead a donkey.
If this had been any other guy, we would have resumed dancing.
Instead we wandered off to our houses to cower and hide.
Frightened by a falcon loving gatekeeper from beyond the future.
Categories:
gatekeeper, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
On Boondoggle street
thrives a magic store
anyone who enters disappears
except the old dear
who minds the counter
who never enters or leaves
whose eyes are sharp as twin tacks.
Categories:
gatekeeper, mystery,
Form:
Free verse