Locks Poems - Poems about Locks

I remember my first impression of him, He was always so very handsome. I remember my second impression of him, He always offers hosting a threesome. I remember his long luscious locks of hair, He looked so beautifully happy without care. I remember him saying he shaved his hair, He must look so handsome still, but unaware....

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ah Coffeetop Locks be the witch’s fox a cunning you pair in hand on the fringe of village life wings but inward at night for her work where you light then quickly on hocks ah Coffeetop Locks ...

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Different keys One suit only For one true lock.    Too many keys Too many locks One master key. A ruin lock Can be repaired By locksmith....

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Scooped up, Tied in the car. No idea where I was going, Or how far. Pulled out, Dumped in a chair. Had finally arrived, Still alive. Momma said, " Hold still. ...

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Daily, thawed car locks Nightly, frost freeze them again Never ending game!...

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She is a door creaking with the burden of secrets, he, a latch turned halfway to the outside world. Where she hides tempests, he guards stillness, yet when they come together, there’s a wordless connection: the unlocking of something hidden, neither complete until the other shifts. ...

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A canvas on beach Beyond fortune's reach Where ocean's opulence beseiges The sand That remains arid Beneath my hand I scribbled falsehoods In sand of seashore Washed away the waves But I re-bore The facade of sandalwood With scentless core I became the artist living in dreams Suppressing the internal surreal screams Praising the sun's loveless heat Scorched scars linger but my fabrication's neat Dusk broke, I anticipated gentle breeze But the...

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Said the sacred green EcoFeminist to the hard and carnal red EgoPatriarch: If one's only ego-weapon is a hard erectile key then every perennial trauma will seem to be a locked and toxic traumatized closed up tight back and forth shut down with all his might anti-bright Black Hole. So it is in monocultures, where spirited nature abhors a well-rooted YangWoke vacuum As if pregnant enculturing wombs were a personally disempowering contradiction of...

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Just another day of obstructions, heartless souls, lack of communication on a daily. Obstructions ...

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One day when the sun seemed hotter than hell, at lunch, pre-teen Goldibear started to yell. "Who's fixing my sandwich, who's warming my soup? and ice cream! I want a really big scoop." This day, no one heard her cries for service by twelve-thirty or so, Goldi got nervous. I am hungry, alone; I need some food; someone has left me...

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I picked the ball lock got them back at least for the day went outside….alone performed some unsupervised “manly” work. They had that familiar feel of old friends … reuniting on the playground dancing merrily to a shared rhythm. Oh, the thrill of it! The sashayed sway, subtly drawing up in a cold breeze, the tightness of the fight or flight tremor, love’s memory stiffening on the whim of fancied fantasy. DAMN!!!! The...

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The most Wonderful Thing that belongs to us is our own mind. Our brain is made of locks and keys. Certain things, ingrained, will always be there anyway. No key required. But a tragedy ensues when other keys are misplaced. Lost in a fog. Keys that unlock memories of truth; of our youth, who we knew, how we grew. Jingling as a chain collar on a poor...

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After all these many years, I've still got much hair Must thank Mom and Dad for bequeathing my share Of gorgeous white locks It totally rocks Ladies clamour to check out my other wares...

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The combination Locks The drops that say Today Rain is in the forecast And come what may Can stay The easy isn't Answers No lies the storys True With blue a backdrop Waiting and clouds That crowd For you I saw it simply Simple The hats and chaps That clear Ahead is no like Answers With roses That show Your dear So tick the tock And mean it The stop like locks Like clues The news is free Like always and Mondays Mean...

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Susie’s flowing blonde tresses were her pride and joy they shone like a halo above her head and framed her delicate features From the moment they met her boyfriend called her Goldilocks Five years after they married cancer cruelly crept into their lives Skilled surgeons removed her lump but chemotherapy took its toll and clumps of hair clung to her brush They both sobbed bitterly as...

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