Best Knocking Poems
Eight decades and a half "young" is my mom.
Nine years and half a century am I.
How quickly I have aged gives me a qualm,
but one good thing - I now CAN'T multiply!
And right behind my mom I'm following. . .
The white hairs keep appearing; it's with dread
I picture myself one day swallowing
my food with dentures stuck inside my head!
Mom always was athletic till her knees
gave out. . . so walking fast she does no more.
But luckily, she has no grave disease.
I think she just too often scrubbed the floor!
Well, I don't "stoop" to drudgery. Knock wood!
At least my knees might possibly stay good.
For the Humorous Poetry Contest of Thomas Martin
When starlings were swimming in the azure lake,
When bats and owls began their nocturnal ride,
When all the Earth under a dark blanket lay,
And man and beast into sweet repose retired,
My Muse, like a sweet temptress, came to me
To set this captive free, to give free rein to my fancy.
She sang into my ears the lovely strains
Of a placid melody, bathing me in sheer delight
Creating in me a passion too intense
To articulate my disjointed thoughts
Into vibrant melodies of beauty and love.
Soon fireflies of thoughts came flitting,
Like bees around a looted honey comb.
In a butterfly net, I trapped them all.
They clustered together in a clumsy heap,
Making my darkened zone bright
With little arcs of shimmering light.
I placed them carefully in an ordered strain,
Word after word, in meaningful sequence,
Fashioning them into a beautiful symphony,
Arousing in me mystical spells of joy.
When your Muse comes knocking at your door,
Delay her not, but let her in
And go for a merry ride with her
Into some sleepy glades where silence resides.
There, let her magic wand kiss and caress you
From head to foot and all over,
Awakening your fancy from deep slumber,
Parading before you, scenes of beauty and wonder,
That, songs of passion are born from you
Gushing forth in streams of honeyed dew.
So, write on....!
It’s Christmas Eve; there’s someone at my door!
But with the horrid sound outside my window,
I wonder who is knocking and what for!
Midst violent wind I see a surreal snow!
Within it’s haze, there is a grotesque sight -
gigantic and so out of place, I quiver!
A snowman leers at me, and frigid fright
goes through my bloodstream like an icy river.
Again, the knock! Whoever could it be?
This morning I wished Christmas would be gone!
A premonition now is telling me
that nothing good is out there on my lawn.
My friend had warned me that I really ought
not curse this season. Oh, what have I done?
More pounding at the door, but I cannot
go near that door; there’s nowhere I can run.
I look out at the snowman. He is more
enormous than a tree, and now I hear
a sound like laughing elves outside the door.
I stand as thought I’m paralyzed by fear.
That movie! There’s a movie I heard of.
A boy hates Christmas, wishing it away.
A storm brews suddenly in skies above,
heralding a deadly Christmas day.
A Shadow Santa comes. This wicked soul
is known as Krampus, and he brings with him
an evil that can swallow people whole.
If I have summoned him, my fate is grim.
The storm keeps wailing; now there’s a new sound
of scratching on my roof, but there is no
more knocking. Oh, who’s walking all around
my roof? I run out to the blinding snow!
At first I can see nothing till my eyes
are drawn to where a great big bag was put
beside my door. What’s this? More Santa lies?
Though filled with dread, I push it with my foot.
There jumps out from the bag the strangest thing -
A tiny man; he’s made of gingerbread!
He laughs maliciously, and starts to sing,
“Before the night is over, you’ll be dead.”
Out on my lawn, I see beneath the snow
there’s something creeping fast and right toward me!
What creature slithers underneath the snow?
I can’t escape, so back inside I go!
I shut the door and bolt it, then collapse
Upon my sofa near the fireplace, when
I hear an eerie sound above. It taps,
taps, taps. It’s something on the roof again!
Past Christmases with family go through
my frantic mind; I cower there and wait.
It’s Krampus, and he’s up there in the flue,
and soon to be delivering my fate!
Written Dec. 24, 2015/ Inspired by the contest of TAMMY REAMS
and the current Christmas horror movie Krampus.
Let me tell you a story about my Christmas, past, present and future.
(All nice, yes sad, but no naughty in sight)
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It was midnight when I turned off the Christmas lights,
Me and my cats had snuggled in bed, all cozy;
Then there was a knock in the middle of the night.
A knock on my door and there was a girl quite lovely,
The pain reflected in her eyes was soul shattering;
Me and my cats had snuggled in bed. All cozy.
She told me she was my Christmas past weeping,
We held each other remembering all the past sorrow;
The pain reflected in her eyes was soul-shattering.
She left saying there would be other knocks to follow,
I answered and it was a young woman, who was me;
We held each other, remembering, all the past sorrow.
She was beautiful but her soul was a dreadful broken plea,
Old the woman who came next, but with a soul at peace;
I answered the knock- and it was a young woman, who was me.
She was beautiful, but her soul was a dreadful broken-plea,
Me and my cats, had snuggled in bed, all cozy;
Old, the woman, who came next, but with a soul at peace,
Then, there was a knock- in the middle of the night.
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Who is knocking on my door, now? Could that be death!
(Well, I am not answering)
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December 16, 2015
Terzanelle
For the contest, Who Is Knocking On My Door
Sponsor, Tammy Reams
First Place
Christmas Eve I heard a knock.
Pretty close to twelve O'clock.
I asked, "Who's there!?"
"Me Santa, can you
help me, I'm in my
underwear?"
I opened the door and the
smell of Rum was in the air.
There stood Santa drunk and
wobbly, in his underwear!
I asked him, " Have you lost
your mind, do you know what
time it is?"
He said, I'm sorry Sir It all
started like this."
"Those kids were pulling on
my beard."
"One was too old to be
there, he threatened me if
I didn't bring him beer!"
"The line kept getting
longer, and their mothers
were getting mad!
"A riot almost started,
and I was depressed and sad."
"Finally one more child
to listen to!"
"I couldn't wait till we were
through!"
He said, "Santa I waited for
so long."
"I have to go on your lap,
I can't hold on!"
" I just have one wish, and
that is to take a piss!"
"Before I knew it, he pissed,
and I granted him his wish."
" I couldn't wait I ran right
to my car, and headed to the
nearest bar!"
"Yeah sure I had a few
drinks!"
"Those darn kids drove me
to the Brink!"
"I took my pants off after
three drinks.
"They were wet and started
to stink!"
"They threw me out of
the bar in my underwear.
"And in my wet Santa
pants I left my car keys, there!"
"So that's why I'm knocking
on your door."
I looked at Santa and I said
"Say no More."
Michael Tor
Tammy Reams Who Is Knocking At My Door? Contest
I remember Christmas Eve in Nineteen Eighty Four
The ground was snowy white
When someone knocked upon my door
I opened it to reveal such a sorry sight
Poor Santa stood there in his coat of red
Tears were forming in his blue eyes
For Rudolph was ill and had gone home to bed
Santa asked could I help guide him through the skies?
Santa didn’t want to let the children down
For Christmas is such a special day
They should have smiles and not a frown
So I said ‘Yes Santa, I’ll help to pull the sleigh’
I quickly pulled on my reindeer costume
Then climbed aboard the sleigh
Headed off guided by the light of the moon
To deliver presents for Christmas Day
All around the world we flew
Delivering gifts to good girls and boys
My sense of achievement grew and grew
As we left sack after sack of toys
Before the sun rose our job was done
I flew home so I could sleep in my bed
Knowing I had helped the children have fun
I’ll never forget the night I pulled Santa’s sled
Contest: Who is knocking at my door
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Submitted to Christmas Contest #20 of 101 Contests in a row
Sponsored by PD Linda
12~17~15
Allah came knocking at my heart
I have no choice and played no part
But still Allah came and
Allah came knocking at my heart.
Allah came knocking with a song
He came with a message, and a message strong --
La ilaha illalah,
Words of peace from afar.
Allah came knocking with the blessed
Truth upon me they impressed,
"Let us show you a new way,
Start your journey today."
I've slipped the door open a crack
You can't go back
Once you let the sunlight in --
Alhamdullilahi rabbil alameen.
The Truth, the Peace and I were worlds apart
Until Allah came
Until Allah came knocking at my heart.
When Azrael* comes knocking, it won’t be with bony fists,
I believe, he’ll be a Doctor, with a cure,
Or a Maiden with her posies, a Knight jousting in the lists,
Or a gently whistling, mournful Troubadour.
When my time has come for leaving, I believe, I’ll punch him out,
Though I’ll break my hand in doing it, I’m sure
Or he’ll duck the blow and throw me o’er his shoulder like some lout
And I’ll have to go with him to Evermore.
I suppose he’s used to fearsome images, limned in the mind,
Where spectres, spooks and ghouls widely endure
But I think he’s just a jailer, come to open (and be kind)
The way out of a cage that serves, no more.
So, when he brings his medicine, I think I’ll swallow it,
And thank him for the friends he’s brought with him
I don’t believe he’ll be a jolly soul, although I wit
He’ll stroke my bald head, turn the lights to dim…
Or, when she shows me posies, with a certain tranquil air,
I deeply will inhale, nod, go to sleep,
And let her cool my hot brow with a hand that isn’t there,
Give thanks, she’s eased the passage I must keep.
Or, when he boldly rides at me, sharp angle to his spear,
I’ll bellow out a challenge, DING! his helm,
And keep my seat, take point through shield, ride at him without fear,
And know my lady watches o’er the realm.
Or, lastly, when he whistles a low tune that stills my heart,
I’ll join in, softly sing along with him,
As he plucks his sombre lute strings I will hum the descant part
And slowly fade away, heart in the trim.
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*Azrael – in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem of the same name, the Angel of Death
2/28/2019
A toddler builds a tower
Then he knocks it down with glee
And every time the fun’s the same;
That is a guarantee.
This type of play’s preparing him
For what he’ll face in life –
The highs and lows, the joy and pain,
The beauty and the strife.
The trick is to retain, with age,
The child’s determined view
That once his effort’s tumbled down,
It can be built anew.
But even if we can retain
That optimistic slant,
To laugh when things all fall apart
Is something we just can’t.
My heart's knocking on your heart's door
Your heart has never heard this knock before
My heart keeps knocking again and again
But your heart is scared and won't let me in
As the days go by and your heart gets to know mine
Our hearts will become intertwined
Our love will grow like a blossoming flower
Love will unleash its ultimate power
The next time my heart knocks on your heart's door
You won't have to ask what I'm knocking for
You won't be afraid to let my heart in
You will finally be ready to let love begin
Copyright © 1999 Shari E Davis
Several times I heard her knocking,
A noise I first found very shocking
Still it lingered,
‘Til I fingered
Her coral broach around my neck,
Thought I would be a total wreck
It gave me solace,
A renewed promise
When I set about making rhymes
I knew she was very near these times,
And seeking my loving attention
This I must not fail to mention.
written October 8, 2021
Who's knocking at my door?
I hear someone at the door.
But when I go I do not see one there.
The sound comes there once more.
Still no one there.
The door bell does not go off.
A knock I do hear.
I watch out the window once more.
And there to my surprise.
Was the old rocker hitting the shutter and the old cat rocking away.
A snowman knocking on my window pane,
his breath puffing white in the chilly frigid air.
Five feet tall, three large snowballs of different sizes,
with the biggest at the bottom and the smallest for his head.
A carrot for his nose, coal for his eyes and mouth,
and a corncob pipe with a great big smile.
Tree branches for his arms
with an old, crooked, large black top hat on his head
and a red scarf around its neck.
Tap, Tap, Tap,
“Would you come out and play,
its cold and no one’s out.
Would you come out and play.”
With half frozen tears trickling down his white face, he said.
“I can show you a land of enchantment that is amazingly fun.
We can go to a frozen lake where we can put on our skates
and skate around the frozen ice and Arabesque or do a Twizzle.
Or make a hole in the ice and go ice-fishing with a strong branch,
string, and safety-pin and catch yellow perch or walleye.
When we’re all done,
we can ride a sled with bells and a team of Santa Clause’s reindeer
fly around the shimmering snow covered rooftops
and see what Jack Frost has done to this magical wonderland.”
Tap,Tap,Tap,
“Would you come out and play.”
and snow is falling softly this long night . . .
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January 28, 2016
lambic Pentameter
On Christmas Eve, fast asleep,
since I counted all my sheep,
Snug and warm in bed, I lay
till I wake on Christmas Day.
Who's that knocking at my door?
God, it's only half-past four!
Half asleep and half awake,
suddenly, I start to shake.
Is it bad news, is it good?
Now alarmed, think if I should
walk the hall down to that door,
lift the curtain to explore?
Would I see some monster eyes,
or a burglar in disguise?
Not thinking straight, this is true;
but I must, this I knew.
Knocking, knocking, still, I hear
That late-night sound that I fear.
Half-past four on Christmas Eve;
this- I still could not believe.
Slowing walking with great heed
to confront this scary deed;
pulled the curtain back to see-
then I laughed so happily!
A tall box, there in my sight
'gainst the door, this windy night,
knocking on the glass, you see,
Christmas late delivery!
December 18, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Who's That Knocking At My Door?
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Judged: 01/02/2016