Padlocked Poems - Poems about Padlocked

...Yesterday's passing drifted shadow Added to our eclectic collected hoards A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors Of to the limbic labyrin......

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... With high-altitude ambitions, they climb the hilltop to catch the signal. They are lush and lovely as the landscape behind them. These children of the forest live in the network-less valley ......

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...The other side of knowing A padlocked world of dreams Whose key is tattooed on my hope Till opened unredeemed A treasure chest of wisdom Whose prescience zero sum Instinct crowned ......

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...The General is a bit of an authoritarian. He says, Breathe! And you say, how much? Twilight is much more chill; she just says, “See you ‘round!” But then you’re bouncing along to a happy tune, an......

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...The old rusty gate hasn’t opened of late Nor has it for so many years The padlocks are seized and it’s overgrown state Compounds our irrational fears For when there’s a moon that is three quart......

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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 preda......

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...First it was pubs that weren’t open, And then shops that were not essential, And then even schools weren’t admitting, But to me that’s inconsequential. Cos I haven’t got school age children, But......

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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 ......

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...Fix up this love or I'm tearing it down You took a decent house and turned it inside-out You sealed up the windows and padlocked the doors Why wasn't I on board with these plans of yours And no......

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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 t......

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...I have been on a long journey- the road I have traveled has been a rocky one I have wept my tears my sky is often black as ink in a life of dangerous curves and hanging cliffs where deep sadne......

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...Born without a Phallus Arigbe, the first and last child of his parents named after the famous Arigbe leaf a wild magical spice only used by women who need to spice up their love lives his fat......

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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 ca......

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...Padlocked are the Gate's Stationary lie the Conveyor Belts The Wheel upon the Mining Head Gear Turns, No more The community has gone So to is the Coal And the Sunset Resigned to Hist......

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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 va......

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