Best Knock Poems
Knock, knock who's there in my bathroom?
Jan the princess of posterior interior transfer
Knock, knock who's there not in my hot tub?
Cheryl the magnificent moonlight moon pie muncher
Knock, knock who's there in the pickle barrel?
Dale the satisfied stickler for the wife of the pickler
Knock, knock who's there flushing eyes for 15 minutes?
John the Master of Disastrous WD-40 tears
Knock, Knock who's there walking around all comfortable?
Maureen the anxious advocate of flat, wide, comfy, shoes
Knock, Knock. Who's there out in the forest?
Kevin the observer of the great grizzly wet haired bear!
Knock, Knock Who's there on the highway
Julie the crazy copper hating motorcycle driving lizard lover!
Just who dares to talk about normal poets names
Pat the shameless poet names dropper is to blame!
,A Knock at the Door,
,*This is a dark poem, but it is a true story about how I was raped by a former friend on my birthday.,
As dusk sweeps away the afternoon sun
The skies will grow gradually dark
Perhaps some glittery stars strewn about
And the moonlight’s reliable spark
For most, this cycle of day and night seems
Too mundane to evoke much alarm
However, a few who have suffered the night
Fear darkness sides nicely with harm
When trauma comes knocking, no matter how wise
A victim may open the door
For caution and innocence cannot protect
Ill-intent from a friend known before
The strength of his arms as he pushes you down
Leaving bruises on your pale, white skin
Tearing your bottoms just wide enough
To bully room for an unwelcome in
“No” floats meaningless, as do your cries
As he enters you roughly instead
Pleas fall on deaf ears as he grunts and moans
You weep and imagine you’re dead
When he’s done, you are useless, he stands
You pray now he’ll just go away
As he walks out into the darkness
One last sting when he moans, “Happy birthday.”
--Meghan C. Hutchings
The table's bounty is piled high
Family's poised to dig in and try
Mama's turkey, special stuffing
And sweet potato pumpkin pie
When a knock at the door freezes us all
Who can it be who's come to call
The wind is howling; let him in fast
There's room for one more at our repast
He enters shivering and shaking
His bony frame twitching and quaking
He opens his mouth as if to speak
Then collapses to the floor in a heap...
The ambulance summoned, we wait aghast
Silent and anxious, when at last
The ambulance arrives, but it's well past too late
The poor fellow's soul has fled to its fate
The Thanksgiving meal sits now uneaten
As our tears reflect the depth of man's plight
These sad tidings fortune cannot sweeten
~ Death has extinguished a light
I was taking a nap
And some old chap
Closed the coffin as he heard angels sing
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid to this thing
He fell to his knees
Took off his cap
And uttered a few words for my soul
I was banging and shouting
Freaking him out
He was fast losing total control
I managed somehow
To break open the lid
And sat up and glared at this chap
By now he was babbling
In a strange foreign language
Running around eating his cap
Leaped down to the floor
Dusted myself off
Got ready to get on with my day
Heard him gurgle
His face turning purple
He keeled over dead and I prayed
So I picked up this chap
Lifted him into the coffin
And closed the lid once again
But now it was me
Who heard banging inside
Must be a serious glitch in my brain
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid and you'll see
The words that I heard
As I got on my horse
And galloped away from the scene
© Jack Ellison 2014
Knock, Knock!
Who is it that goes there,
It is me; I am in your air,
And a deep root we share.
Knock, Knock!
What on Earth do you want?
It is me, the one they daunt.
But you and I have to jaunt.
Knock, Knock!
Would you just go far away?
It is me, and forever I’ll stay.
I ‘m here giving you the way.
Knock, Knock!
Why must you keep bothering me?
Because you are one of me and see.
I have come to set souls totally free.
Knock, Knock!
Have you not been here a time or two before?
Yes it is me; I will always knock at your door.
You’ve buried me alive deep inside your core!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2008
Knock.
Who is there
but
your unrecognizable
self
to let in.
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What kisses shall she send me tonight?
how sweet, and swift her love....
with waltz's late with wanton moods,
Though I might not be there,
I feel her every move,
oft late in afternoon....
When some lovely in day
reminds of my little Goddess;
then pangs of longing, so empty
to not feel her breath upon my soul,
so far, to hold....
And lavish her with a servant's zeal ----
what wasted time without her....
and worry a world of danger,
To protect her from some blaspheme
against her beauty;
Yet upon the rising moon
(I shall hear that knock)
most glorious a sound as I have heard!
she in my doorway, swift with love....
eyes of afternoon and midnight perfumes....
she of bright stars and rainbow hues
(and more lovely than the dawn)
it was Halloween night when she heard
a knock on door, trick or treaters?
Looking for treats as before,
So she opened the door,
A zombie stood there!
She quickly ran
But the beast
just said
Boo!!
We knock off books,
it’s what we do.
We knock off books,
so librarian, Kit Mew
will have to put them back, you see,
We turned Kit Mew, into a busy bee.
We knock off books,
to irritate;
we knock off books,
till very late.
Kit Mew hates mice but,
she won’t catch us;
we hide in the walls and
we’re always above.
We knock off books,
we make a mess;
Old Kit Mew
can’t pass our tests.
because all of the books we knock off shelves,
we always love to, read ourselves.
Hey Kit, Hey Mew
There’s just us two.
Two mice who like to
aggri-va-a-a-te you.
C’mon Kit Mew, just put them back,
don’t give us any Meow’y flack.
Pray for your light to shine
Glorious Son beams so bright
So that everyone who sees you
Shall yearn to grow closer
Not to you – but to Him
The One who lives within
Pray for joy to fill your heart
So that everyone you see
Hopes to know the One you know
The answer to every need
The promise that never fails to bring peace
Pray for your spirit to sing a song
Of faith that fills up every thought
Assurance that God’s one and only Son
Will bring you through whatever obstruction
Any place where you feel completely troubled
Pray for the grace that will be with you
When you reach out to others around you
Whispering mercy that comes from on high
Welcoming the chance to be a true friend
To someone who needs a taste of kindness
Pray for those who are lost and lonely, afraid
Filled with anxiety, depression and pain
The ones who God can bring through the storm
Into the light, where He will reassure
And lead them into a relationship with His Son
Pray for the many who know nothing of love
Those who God can touch with second chances
And heal from all the dread of disease and disgrace
Those that need Him more than they know
Because without him, they have no real hope
Pray for the light to shine in your eyes
Sparkling with hope, faith and love
A spirit of goodness that comes from God’s Son
The One who forgives and gives us
Today, tomorrow and eternity in paradise.
Matthew 7:7-8 King James Version (KJV)
7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
8 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
I sit hearing the knock
The door standing shut and seeing no light
Me refusing to break the lock
Man sitting and stewing in the night.
Jesus waiting beyond the door
His voice calling out to me
Stones beating in my chest
Jesus is winning you see..
I crack the door at his knock
The stones crumbling to sand
Light is flooding my house
Man praying as he planned.
Jesus standing inside the door
My knees buckling to the floor.
You have not experienced things the way I have
Because you are not me.
My tragedies could be your testimonies.
My Egypt may be your promised land.
All of your that girl is crazy stuff. Take it up with the big man.
My struggles are different from yours and God's victory,
For us is grander than what you can see outdoors.
The floors that you may have to spitshine with tears,
Is different from mine. Your breakthrough may occur.
In days and mine may take years.So talk about me inside,
And outdoors. God is diversity and all of us He adores.
I will not knock your struggle because I don't know everything,
About You. So I suggest toward me this is something you
Should not do. If you do God got you. He got me too.
I still love you He does too. You can't knock my hustle.
I came here with a job to do whether I'm employed to the King,
Or something made by made who calls themselves incorporating.
You knock my hustle because you don't know my struggle.
3-24-11
Keep me open to the sound, to see the sun and feel the breeze
Not afraid to feel the cold, willing,... growing, ... never closed to sounds of rain
Open my ears to raindrops falling..., someone, please, may be in pain
Call them in, to offer shelter, or is that knocking from my knees?
Knock my socks off now and then, a hard knock school is not in vain
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For Andrea's Contest: "5 line acrostic"
In your eyes I see
the way you look back at me
it's what sets me free
The way you smile
it's one that lasts for awhile
I love your style
It's the way you talk
and watching the way you walk
that makes my heart knock
Maybe it's your jeans
or your handles that are lean
either way I scream
Could be that t-shirt
it could be the way you flirt
or thoughts of desert
The one I count on
in this life and life beyond
my wife is my bond
Edward J Ebbs - 10/21/2011
At the door of my heart I hear a knock
It is late and all are in slumber deep
And the door jammed like a rock
Fruitless to wake up emotions asleep
Once a jasmine faced entered this door
For decades knocking sound’s unheard
Why to entreat, why to conjure
With wings clipped, I’m a caged bird
She has left behind love’s fragrance
Her images are flowering in my eyes
Every recess reflecting her radiance
My life her vivid memories glamorize
She left and yet occupies her dwelling
In a sunny day and in moonlit night
Her memories come and go without telling
Brilliant like vision, sparkling like light.
My deserted heart needs no recompense
To revive its liveliness and effervescence
This door can never ever be ajar
Do not knock whoever you are!