Best Locker Poems

They never saw me—not really.
Only the outline I traced in the halls,
A whisper of denim and shy glances,
A ghost who smiled too politely.

They passed notes like grenades,
Laughed too loudly
When the silence was breaking me.
I wore their words like a second skin—
Tight, blistering,
But invisible to them.

You...

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Beware young lad, tis the dawning of thy demise,
For the water witches screams, are carried on the
Winds breath, of the tidal waves hurricane.
Be-she, the banshie of the fathom’s abyss, treacherous
Mistress, beguiling temptress, enslavement's captive, 
Whom belongs to the sailors devil himself,
Thus she announces her masters...

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Everybody has a locker 
It's where we go, it's who we are
A number and a place
Our expertise awaits us there
And with it, our destiny
We find it or it finds us

Mohammed Ali had his eye on a locker with a championship belt inside
That was someone else's...

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In psychology they say if you have a locker combination come the next year,

You don’t remember the combination,

Failure and success is it more mental then a exercises that proof facts,

When I was in high school not knowingly three ivy league schools,

Wrote me and later was...

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Immature boys
having a bully good time
Plenty wet towel fun ...
doing nude, verbal denigrating

It was just harmless locker room talk,
the unconcerned adults all said

Nothing to worry about,
the pampering voices cooed 
Giving patronizing pats on the head
to those annoying,
ponytail ginger freckles in school

Insecure men
love having women 
squirm...

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roses are red, 
violets are blue,
little green locker i hate you...

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Locker, 
Filled with my books and papers and secrets
I can't remember my combination
47 right 27 left and then what?
Am I locked out or are you locked in?...

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I don't recall all that much talk in locker rooms.
These are typically quiet as reflective libraries
unless involved in team sports.

Then locker room talk may review a well played game,
but, again, those played less fortunately,
less familiarly,
not really too much to say,
sometimes thinking of other more nutritionally...

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Odyssey of The Mind

A Mind is a Storage Locker
Written: by Tom Wright
3/6/2016

Staring from some nook in every mind,
Exists mental images and thoughts of grandness, 
And others that probe for meaning,
That God has favored only you to see.

Some gather dust in contentedness, 
While others hunger to...

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I talked to my sister today.
It's been over eight years.
The first word that she wrote
began the flood of tears.

I said to her simply ''Hey''
she answered simply ''Hey''.
The saddest part through all of this
was we didn't know what to say.

I told her I was crying
and I...

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My office is a meat locker.
We could hang a hog in here for a week.
It would not become rancid or even warm.

My office is a meat locker.
I am dressed in long underwear
And four sweaters in eighty-eight-degree weather

My office is a meat locker.
The custodian is my...

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Beneath the cool and seemingly serene Atlantic Ocean
Lay the remains of the Bermuda Triangle’s commotion

Ships and aircraft rest far beneath the perpetual sea waves
Mystery surrounds what led so many to watery graves

“It’s blue on blue,” the perplexed pilot of Flight 19 exclaimed
On this mirage deaths...

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how long
is a foot locker
and what
do they keep in it?

foot lockers
foot solders
foot long hotdogs
footballs
what is the obsession 
are they politically correct
or are they just a foot fetishes
at the foot of my bed...

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As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles
And absentmindedly quibbles 
Her fingers are animated wriggles
Churning out eccentric squiggles:
Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles,
One like a creeper that tangles,
As many like threads in singles, 
Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles 
And after explosion stiffly dangles
Before her the option of A Street...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part II

The Locker
by Michael R. Burch

All the dull hollow clamor has died
and what was contained,
removed,
reproved
adulation or sentiment,
left with the pungent darkness
as remembered as the sudden light.



Me?
Whee!
(I stole this poem
from Muhammad Ali.)
—Michael R. Burch



superstar(stuporstar) 
by Michael...

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