Best Padlocked Poems

Gentle caresses sweep my skin
with creeping tenderness,
devouring every curve of my body
and feeling its sizzling melt 
against your skin.
Your loving gaze enters my soul
striking away all attempts 
to keep the padlocked
heart and mind 
shuttered from any harm.
Your finger tips tantalize 
my womanly form
raising delightful awareness.
You...

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 Cold the winter night as snow fell,
it drifted-  collected on streets;
where a meandering lost girl struggled to walk,
weary and tired; 
she ran away when it was warm,
when she had some money.

Now-  had no shelter or money,
the wild frigid wind blew and blew;
when...

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Rust on padlocked factory gates
from tears of broken men.
Time has stopped on the golden watch,
freeze framed memories of a better past.

Scattered faces breed sour looks
for brothers of nepotism
with handshakes that nearly broke arms.

Crouched in side streets
observing worldly peasants passing.
Slave ganged with vacuum eyes
tripping through life's...

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It was a night of restless wind and rain
Yet undeterred by cold and padlocked chain
I broke into the building on a dare
With lamp in hand I wandered, and then there
Beheld the painting, in the vaulted hall,
Which hung in shadows on the lofty wall,
A ghostly rider...

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I have been on a long journey 
The road I have travelled has been a rocky one
I have wept my tears
My sky black as ink
In a life of dangerous curves and hanging cliffs
And deep sadness and grief
A giant storm all around me and swirling clouds
But...

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Fold away the fields,
Watch spring blossom turn to ash.
Nature gives, then steals.
Our love padlocked to a bridge
Will endure beyond death's crash...

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This recent  times ,I thought it had ended ,
But it persistently dwells  in my heart ,
I enrolled to be one ,as I blended 
With others , and I begged to be a part,

I applied with my hands with referee 
Backing it up with...

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My lavish world of happiness
With digging of hole to fall down myself 
To flow into the drainage  
Far afar to go and go and go 
Damaged all and ruined 
But know why? No idea 
Perhaps missing and losing heart 
Big breakage and gaping 
Heart-loss...

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Deep within me are rusty, crumbling memories and grief,
like a pile of rubbish the dregs of yesterday decay;
all the bits and pieces of my life deep and inner lay,
but under withering sadness I can find a flower or green leaf.
A beautiful memory rising and I...

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I miss the nuances of daily life
while weeks are frozen in this quarantine.
I miss the lost normalcy of my days
in all aspects, obvious and unseen.
I miss turning my head to read the spines
of the novels on the library shelves,
I miss the crackle of books’ cellophane
and...

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Most leaders are barking dog
Only few are good, seem loyal

Viewing sights are weak almost
Position made alike, no fault.

Eyes see wealth and wealthy
Poor are likely barb to them 

Bid of dealing conducts with
Same level people or powerful

Poverty and suffering for them
No caring and major matter 

No...

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Washed by tides, tangle inevitable, 
   Lurking licking tongues, tiger whisker weed
   Undercurrent gritty slippery tendrils -
   Barb trusting toes with camouflaged cat creed
   

   Wet predator paws apply pressure
   Leeching life from...

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the great bard and Elizabethan play wright
begetting complete dramaturgy
     explaining fate hollowly airtight
succor starved, riddled smitten tattered

     sir real body politik blight
under whelming enthusiasm
     witnessed blank quarto copyright
more tragedy than comedy

  ...

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Kisses are windows
Windows that I can’t seem to climb out of
Or want to
Kisses are doorways
With big padlocks
There’s a key in my pocket
Open out your palm
Kisses are pathways
Those cute garden paths
Bordered with lilies
Kisses are cups of life giving nectar 

None of us understand life
We know nothing...

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In the most interior halls
Of grandfather, opa, Herr Uberlebende
His mind
Behind the film that shrouds his eyes
(Fading, opaque, impenetrable)
There is a gap between the rooms that line the dusted floors--
A hole between the satanic years
When worlds erupted and world war too,
Between eight year old boy and...

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