Best Locked Poems
Does the one who loves you know who you are?
She needs a real man not just a facade.
Don't keep your heart locked away in a jar.
Not being open she'll think you're a fraud.
She longs to share every part of herself.
She needs a real man not just a facade.
Your heart is out of reach on that old shelf.
Where she can see it but it's out of reach.
She longs to share every part of herself.
But you hold onto her just like a leach.
In the glass jar it looks so very clear.
Where she can see it but it's out of reach.
If you open it what is there to fear?
Are there dark spots you don't want her to see?
In the glass jar it looks so very clear.
Is it that you're afraid that she will flee?
Why won't you reveal every part of you?
Are there dark spots you don't want her to see?
There are some good men, be one of the few.
It's time to reveal every part of you.
Help the one who loves you, know who you are.
Don't keep your heart locked away in a jar.
Modified Terzanelle
I look outside the window,
and I hear the sparrows' songs.
I listen to nature's harmony,
and I tell myself, "be strong."
As I miss all of spring's beauty,
like a little bird homebound.
As I keep strictly my duty,
staying safe and sound.
''Dark things happened there....''
they say, with fading tones,
almost reaching their vanishing point,
due to unhidden fright.
Sometimes they hear eerie moans;
see dancing shadows on the space
between the door and floor; other times
whispers that make them feel as though
they will shatter like hollow glass tubes.
To stop the haunting,
they hired spiritualists to seal
the room's door with their divine will.
Candles flicker in the night,
as voices of the undead wander across the corridors.....
Publishing Date: 25/4/2014
once two met in rain
to hide tears from prying eyes
and longing in mine
stole away in night
to bargain locked heart's freedom
you the only key
sat perfectly still
as I sketched it on my mind
the smile you promised
as showers subside
blossoms thirst in desert sands
til return of rain
Is it love or trust, mutual desire or strong will
that ejects entwined bodies into the unknown
from the springboard of impulsiveness?
Arched in firm embrace and defying norms of life
they leap forth with passion filled
in search of fulfillment.
A moment so intense
magnetic, unrestrained,
where the movement flows along
radiating hidden brutal strength,
and yet, so graceful to behold.
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[Note: After attending the inauguration of Caesar Attard’s art exhibition
at the National Museum of Fine Arts, Valletta, Malta. This is about his
painting called "Locked Leap".]
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Contest: Screwed III
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Placed 3rd
locked in a smile
are secrets untold
reality waiting for love
to unfold
anxiously waiting are words
that are kept
inside my heart
to an unknown depth
for unto you i give my eyes
for my eyes there is
no greater prize
for unto you i give my ears
for each utterance and
every syllable it hears
locked in a smile
are secrets untold
reality waiting for love
to unfold
anxiously waiting are words
that are kept
inside my heart
to an unknown depth
for unto you i give my eyes
for my eyes there is
no greater prize
for unto you i give my ears
for each utterance and
every syllable it hears
locked in a smile
are secrets untold
of lips that would kiss you
and hands that would hold
arms that would embrace
if you grew cold
to give you my heart
is my highest goal
a love everlasting
as we both grow old
locked in a smile
are secrets untold
of love that reached
all the way to the soul
in you i'd place my loyalty
in you i'd place my fate
in you i'd place my honor
in promises and vows of faith
you are a restless spirit
a plague inside my mind
invading every inch
and every minute of time
locked in a smile
are secrets untold
of how you are my heaven
and how you are my hell
my mind paints pictures
of me loving you so well
yet i wait for the day
when i'm brave enough to tell
wishing you felt the same
that would be so swell
One Sunday, I came back alone,
Home early from the church,
Not having the key to get in,
I was left in the lurch;
Locked out in the scorching hot sun,
Looking for shade to stand,
Counting the vehicles go by,
I passed the time in hand;
Scolding myself for thoughtlessness,
I sat on "Jupiter",
Hoping my parents would come soon,
I waited undeterred;
Standing almost for one hour there,
Stuck outside my home zone,
In order to avoid the stares,
I tinkered with my phone;
That day, I learnt to be careful,
To check my handbag twice,
Be cool in all circumstances,
Be patient and precise.
09/18/17
*Jupiter - a two-wheeler brand
Form: Poulter's Measure
Help me
Can anyone get me out of here?
I'm lost inside this cage i call my soul.
My mind is spinning in circles.
Which way is out, where do i turn.
Who do i talk to? Help me.
I wander down this path alone
This sorrow i carry in my chest.
I wait...listen for a heartbeat and nothing.
The cold air against my face.
Am I all that's left?
Is there nobody out there.
I'm looking for the light.
For a friend. I call out.
But there is nobody there....
Wait! i see a figure in the distance!
Who is she? What is she?
She holds my darkness.
Keeps it held tight.
Does she know this pain as well?
Hello! Can you help me?
Can you see me?
She is trapped in her cage as well.
Makes no motion. No sound..No happiness..
Are we all alone? Can you save me?
Can i save you...
Can we ever escape this prison?
It's dark. No light.
The cold air hits my face again.
I want to reach out, but she is so far.
Staring into nothing....Why won't someone help me..
Help us? Please. Take her away from this place.
Save her and leave me.
Can anybody hear my prayer.
We're trapped in this cage.
Our souls are confined..
I'll stay but please....save her
Peter Perkins loved tasty pumpkin, in pies, in puddings and etcetera;
Which filled their house with tempting smells, so said his wife, Elena.
Beloved Elena was a splendid cook, to which fond Peter could attest,
With hand over his crimson heart, like rouge sun dyeing in the west.
The Perkins had a bouncy pet rabbit; and they called him 'Scamper,'
Like pretty, fall leaves forever flying, in hues red, purple and amber.
Frigid days had turned fragrant, and the friendly friends came calling,
And flirtatious, warm breezes flitted, over emerald fields, sprawling.
Finite, foggy dawn had vanished, when flattering rays flooded noon;
And fave, forever family came for visits, at the onset of mellow June.
They lived in the house of sweetness, and of delicious desserts, daily,
In the times of sun glazed windows, looking out on pretty, pink daisy.
Twilight, sapphire skies glorified stars, on their scenic, sunset street;
And they took daily scent strolls, to smile at fine people they'd meet.
Nonnegligent nature was naturally beautiful, when neighbors visited,
In noiseless, green hours of dulcet notes, and pink robin, uninhibited.
'Slime' lily's long tresses were curling, awaiting silvery drops of rain;
As 'true blood' roses lay wounded, and 'spiral' aloe soothed their pain.
Peter and Elena were planning a trip abroad, their fare already paid;
When Peter suddenly reinjured his kinee, ruining the plans they made!
As the doctor advised only limited walking, a trip was unwise for him;
But, he couldn't keep Elena from her dream, based on a fateful whim!
Their tickets were nonrefundable, and he would miss his wife dearly;
But Elena would have a wonderful time, as pretty, fall leaves do, yearly.
Elena bought a curio pumpkin house. Its rosy panes seemed to smile;
And placed inside her small photo, to stay close, across distant miles.
Whenever Peter gazed at his gift, it brought smiles, rather than sighs;
Like the last gasp of vermilion sunset, afore the silver, moonlight prize!
'Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.'
She walks to the door of the inn
Her hands in her pockets, frozen
Through the ice and snow she trudges
To the gates of her home
But only to find them locked and her feet are slowly freezing
Her hands are unmovable
And she refuses to move for she is scared of death
Crying in her sleep at night in the snow, the girl, she has no home
your intense gaze gave me jitters...
churning the calm ocean of my mind
Date: 05/02/2021
Submitted for: "The Way You Look At Me" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Written: November 11, 2025 for contest by John Anderson.
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It hides behind the tongue,
It rolls up as a puff of fumes,
It just sticks around, you?
Not buried.
Folded, however
as a letter never sent,
folded at the corners
amidst the years.
It thrums in the silence.
amid two individuals
One time, who knew
Speaking sans words.
It is nameless,
Still, it knows yours,
It monitors your activities
Trace the border of your glass
When the room gets too quiet,
A hidden truth
It's not a cage—
It's mirroring
That's just a mirror
when the lights turn off.
It spreads roots
in the gentle earth of recollection,
spinning around
What you had intended to say but didn't.
It discerns your rhythms.
Pausing before reacting—how?
You may always laugh
A little uncomfortably,
Once an individual comes close
It is holding off
Not from evil intent,
still, from loyalty
It was given,
It also remembers
What does that signify?
Perhaps,
It blinks in a dream—
- a visage,
one phrase,
a door you didn't close.
And once you wake
Again, you bear it
akin to a coin
buried inside your jacket,
warmth emanating from your body,
never spent, either.
I'm alone now
I always have been somehow
No one ever comes in
I am in here hiding
Only I have a key
I'm locked inside of me
I'm not letting anybody in
I'm busy thinking
All that doubt
I’m figuring it out
Wondering who to be
Trying to be me
People look through the windows
But nobody knows
I hide behind the curtain
I'm not coming out until I’m certain