Best Padlocks Poems
To soar, take wing, take flight, glide ~
Be detached, apart from this life's reality
Where past sorrows shroud my remembering
To seal the heavy door to the past
And to flutter on the edge of dreams
To tremble, hover, grasping, peaceful and happy
In imagination, floating and drifting
Like a breathtaking butterfly with gossamer wings
But then, but then ~
The cold fingers of the past come creeping
Monsters, ogres, beasts of the long ago
Memories screaming, shrieking, shattering my soul
The beautiful lost in the carnage
Oh the tears, the weeping, the eternal floating sadness
The heavy door to the past is bolted, secure
Impenetrable with many padlocks and thick chains
Where anguish and bliss entwine in an endless battle
And happiness died long, long ago
But from time to time, whispering
A single memory finds a way
From under that weighty door locked, chained
And I crush the sweetness to my broken heart, weeping . . .
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April 28, 2013
Poetry/Free Verse/I would like to fly away
Copyright Protected, ID 04-474-158-28
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Categories:
padlocks, dream, memory, sad,
Form:
Free verse
In the land of laundry, I search high and low,
for missing socks - wondering where do they go?
Each morning, I search for a matching pair,
but they seem to have disappeared into thin air.
They were together in my washing machine,
I set the right temperature for them to clean.
I saw how they frolicked in soapy delight,
then placed them in the dryer to warm their wet plight.
Perhaps they eloped on a wild escapade,
or is there a sock monster renegade?
Stealing mismatched socks to make you vexed,
such a dilemma leaves the mind perplexed.
Does the sock monster consume them for dinner?
Or are they traded as a money spinner?
Or maybe they're hiding in some secret lair,
giggling at me with a mischievous glare.
Maybe to them it's just a humorous game,
but wearing odd socks can cause bullying shame.
The main issue though, that always irritates,
is new socks mean my bank balance deflates.
I've looked everywhere, beneath every chair,
but those sneaky socks don't care my feet are bare.
They vanish like ghosts in the hush of the night,
leaving me confused from this sockless spite.
So here I sit with a solitary sock,
feeling defeated, dazed from the after shock.
Thinking it's a relief, that I don't wear frocks
and I should protect my drawers with padlocks!!!
Categories:
padlocks, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Memories from childhood summers
still tickling my stomach
Through overgrown paths
Red painted farmhouse
where flowers and weeds grew in harmony
It seems as yesterday, but it is long ago
Outbuilding with a heart on the door
Didn't exactly smell as roses
A carefree shed, with photographs
of the royal family on the wall
You don't wipe yourself behind with
the head of the country
With padlocks and cracked beams
that filtered the daylight (and odor)
Silent testimony
the time when life was different
Shoulder to shoulder in the struggle for existence
with teamwork and brotherhood
to achieve a common goal
The feeling of community in all simplicity
Childhood memories
not only smell of venerable dust,
outbuildings or weeds
but brings along
an atmosphere of ancient wisdom
Categories:
padlocks, happiness, humor, remember,
Form:
Narrative
indecision
by Eiffel Tower
shall I take lift or stairs
sipping coffee
off the beaten track
why does it taste better
on bench, relaxed
relishing the peace
can idling be a sin
fantasy shared
padlocks on a bridge
is love for ever more
pleasantly lost
in city side streets
do we need find the way
an evening stroll
lovers by the Seine
who knows where it will end
soaking in her
nocturnal beauty
how can I resist her
lingering thoughts
when it's time to leave
how soon can we return
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Contest: Questionku Two
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Placed 1st
Categories:
padlocks, romance,
Form:
Questionku
Ensure you allude to all that has been recorded.
Every creature that has lived inside the rocks.
A long-forgotten former planet has appeared.
Awareness arises as we break the padlocks.
Electric fan blades are humming in a hot place.
When you're alone, and there's no oxygen.
Loneliness looms overall aped a pitiful prince.
Bedlam rises when commotion inside deepens.
Reveal if that's innocuous, or it may injure people.
Are words yet another excavation experience?
Is it feasible to resurrect a moribund principle?
Did you find it bothersome or maybe mysterious?
There is a hole where the hamster once paddled.
Since the snake hissed at it but didn't even eat it
As the animal lays on the floor, its insides splayed.
Earth has morphed into the fabric under the seat.
Besides birds, giant excavators lay on their palms.
Underneath, you may view mind-boggling and tangled traffic.
Yet, excavating a gigantic hole in the center of homes.
Let Earth deal with melting lakes or roving nomadic.
From the tenth balcony, the building site is visible.
A goliath, dead pit discharges light, fire, and vitality.
Quietness loaded up with facts yelled in din risible.
Coated with glass, gaze at a flying towel on a gallery.
Written: June 19, 2021
This or That, Vol 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
padlocks, change, creation, earth, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
Do silence them
Do prick the mortal flesh
Spin a web in what they bleed
And chain them to the garden gate
Maidens of the high teas
Casting a tower of pollution
The thick smoke clinging to the inside
Of a cautious lung, a war of attrition
Taking to the top, with their chains
Like ghosts in padlocks, haunting
A society plucked back into industrial revolution
Those banshee women, screaming, the shrieking sisters
The races, a parade of clockwork
Creatures in their satellite hats
Screeching heavy volumes above the roar
All of my wealth for a flood of golden horses
Garish, those colours, puce and bilious
A degradation of a rainbow, the soap box
On which they stand, force feed those demons
Chain them up and throw away their dignity, virginity
Bombing their way through London
With their Luftwaffe in petticoats and spitfires
Shooting like stars downward, terrorism
But we must remember those shrieking sisters
For they had the strength to fight
Those shrieking sisters had the right idea
Categories:
padlocks, history
Form:
Free verse
Life lays mines of challenge on his way,
but Karithandan is a tough warrior.
An English engineer whirls in the current
of confusion at the foot of the mountain.
Enchanted by the white smile,
Karithandan climbs down slowly.
The tribal hero scrapes through the mist,
which looks like death, and unlocks
the padlocks of the shrubs and the wild roots.
The engineer follows him, uttering, ‘Wow!’
A familiar knock. She opens the door
of the tribal hut, when a dark shape,
clad in white dhoti, disappears in the distance.
A deep love works transient miracles
even under the eaves of death.
Columbus discovered America, I studied.
Karithandan’s discovery of the way to Wayanad,
but I read nowhere, for the engineer
bartered his two bullets for that credit.
Bullets could shatter the chest, but couldn’t the truth.
Pendle War Poetry, U K has published this poem in Selected Poems Anthology 2013
(Wayanad is a natural paradise and a bio-diverse wild region among the
mountains in Kerala, India. During the British rule in India, a
British engineer discovered the way to Wayanad with help of a
tribesman called Karithandan. To take the credit of the discovery, the
engineer killed Karithandan.)
Categories:
padlocks, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
World emergency prayer PII
Entered…..
I shout now to the whole world down to the orbit,
As now the darkness is geared and out for blood,
A human blood,
I gear the whole world with the blood of Jesus,
And I am sending this fire of the holly spirit to the world and space,
And I am sending fire inside every human being of this earth,
Sinners and righteous, healthy and sick in the name of Jesus,
I conclude that every human is the child of God not devil,
And each time when the darkness tried to temper with human,
They must find fire,
In the name of Jesus.
For I know about planned natural disasters,
Disasters to take human lives in bulk,
And a planned mysterious deaths,
In Jesus name, I declare all plans arrested,
And locked in the permanent hot safe,
Safe locked by padlocks and chains made of Jesus blood,
And I put Jesus on every move of human being everyday,
I destroy every mission of the darkness against a human being,
I again destroy and drain out every power and tool the darkness is using,
In Jesus name I declare to the whole world,
The death and injuries of any sort must come to an end,
Sicknesses must be healed,
Conflicts must find a resolution,
Marriages must be restored,
Economies must find their ways to revive now,
Time is now,
I Jesus name
Activated…..
Categories:
padlocks, peace, prayer, religious,
Form:
Sonnet
On a sunny afternoon in my country...
With the hope of receiving alert for the new minimum wage in my dreams
I decided to sleep knowing it was a sunny afternoon
Everything was hot and could not have been made cool no matter how many consumed ice creams
NEPA people even after privatization have refused to bring constant power supply
And so, I was left to swim in my salty sweat
You can imagine such a punishment for a young man trying to survive in a very hard economy of no sure employment opportunities
Except you know a person that knows a person wey sabi another person for that place
Like that was not enough within that space
Decided to take a stroll down the street
Just to get some sachets of sweet
Unfortunately the owner was just opening
And had to wait a whooping ten or more minutes for her to open her shop. Why?
There were more than eight solid padlocks to be unlocked for her shop to be opened in a country where all the security forces recruit on yearly basis
The afternoon was short but the experiences lasted longer than the roads being constructed in my lovely country
Just me satirically reflecting on a sunny afternoon in my country.
©ABSOL
Categories:
padlocks, africa, community,
Form:
Political Verse
I smile when I think of that cute, worry- free little blonde girl.
I admire her determination to go to college and graduate.
I am proud of her courage to face the New World with the chin up.
I slam doors shut on the drawers of repeated Evil and click shut the padlocks of its memory.
I worship the time I had with my parents while they were still alive as distance was not a problem for LOVE.
I am proud of her courage to save human lives.
I admire her determination to start her Life again from zero.
I smile in a mirror as I see that cute, worry-free little blonde girl saying "Hi!"...
copyright@iolandascripca2015
Categories:
padlocks, life, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Today I learned that all is naught, and naught is all..
I have been seeking, unconsciously, unaware,
Only to learn that all that I ever wanted to be was a seeker,
Out ward lies but a pale reflection of the magnificent kingdoms that reside within,
And here I was seeking scraps amongst the ruins that the fake outside threw at me,
While the bounty lies untouched, getting duskier, murkier, and fading to be lost forever, without a trace,
With millions of padlocks of ignorant births vying to seal it shut, before my very eyes while I watched impassively mesmerized by the play,
how miserably blind have I been and how deaf,
To the truth hidden in plain sight, and the song of truth hidden in the silence.
How badly I have missed the pacific embrace of my maker, the liberating, exhilarating, peaceful.
Yes I have always had a feeling of being watched by a million eyes, which is spied through the corners of my own, and heard hushed muffled cries felt warm tears being shed every time I fell.
How many bewildering disguises exclusively designed to fool me?
What a fool I have been to think I was a nobody, when there is somebody as badly in need of me, as badly as I am in need of he.
He who cast me out of my perfectitude, into the microcosm of infinitesimallity .
Only to quietly but surely blow me back the way from whence I came,
Like a dry leaf moves so mildly in a breeze as though on its own accord.
His disguises fast wear thin as I see him in all, I shall catch him soon..
For him, I have long sought, he who taught me,
Naught is all and all is naught.
Categories:
padlocks, god,
Form:
Free verse
Flea Markets
I’ve shopped the local markets
You’ve all shopped ones like these
You go early in the morning
Hope for a morning breeze
They sell things nobody wants
Like padlocks without keys
And clothes so old and musty
I just can’t help but sneeze
I was really disappointed
For nowhere did I see
A single dog, or cat, or pet
That came complete with fleas
Why are they called flea markets
Is that title just a tease
Where’s the truth in advertisement
Won’t someone tell me please
Categories:
padlocks, animal, business, community,
Form:
Rhyme
#Icicle Castles and the Residents inside:
Meet the PADLOCKS, RESIDENTS and the POTENTIALS...
They are locked inside, as time goes by, and all they had to do, was make a BREAKTHROUGH...However, NO ONE WANTED TO BE THE "ICEBREAKER"
Except the Sun MELTED the Castle!
A current Hassle for the Padlocks, (Participants) and Potentials???
Let's Hope They Find New Land...
With The Exclusion Of SAND.
©Renee D. Gross 3/28/2018#
Categories:
padlocks, change, confidence, meaningful, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
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 of real feeling
Only conjured up fantasies
Re-invented lies we tell each other
So those others stick around
For kisses
But kisses are windows
Windows to the rooms
Where true love hides
Kisses are doorways
The same doorways
Still padlocked with lies
There’s a key in pocket
Please give me your palm
Kisses are pathways
Whether the lilies border our lives
Its still sweet
We know nothing of each other
We know only the words
We both speak
But yet these words are truth
Make no mistake
We know nothing but each other
The desires we both know sting true
Kisses are still windows
“Too high” windows
I’ll hold you up
So you can peer through
Kisses are dreams
Kisses are the dreams
That all little kids dream
Kisses are the moments that
We know that life seems
Perfect
Categories:
padlocks, life, love, words, life,
Form:
The End Is Near
My existence is under absolute rule of a dictator regime,
I have grown up in the shadow of a tyrannical, overbearing man;
(and family)
he has built huge walls,
cutting us off from the world- no one leaves;
or ever enters.
He jailed all journalist, newscasters, and activists,
and ended newspapers;
all writing is illegal- the law is death if caught.
No books are allowed and all libraries have padlocks,
(and schools)
A black cloud hangs in the sky from coal burning;
nothing green exists, and
all is brown,
(nothing wild survives)
I live in the basement of my ruined home;
my activist parents have disappeared,
and I write poems.
I have to (I must) it is in my blood,
although the punishment great;
yesterday, I ran out of paper and I am writing on walls.
The end is near- and there is no future.
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April 1, 2017
Verse/Unshackle My Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 889040
Unshackle My Verse
Kim Rodriques
Categories:
padlocks, evil, imagination, writing,
Form:
Verse