Short Deadbolt Poems

Short Deadbolt Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Deadbolt by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Deadbolt by length and keyword.

The warmth of your fingers
Caressing my shaking shoulders,
The comforting weight of your arm
Resting around my waist.
Until you closed that door.

Rotted wood and a flimsy frame
The rusted golden knob sneers at me
Daring me to open it.
But I won’t.

I claw at the cracked pine,
Burying my nails into the decaying wood,
Shredding the once white paint.

Wishing it were you.

© Devin Irving  

A dark night, no stars, no moon,
light rain
the rumble of distant thunder
a gunshot, close
the sound of feet,   running
loud voices,    screaming
a car door slamming shut
tires skidding
another gunshot
a pause,
footsteps on the porch
doorknob turning
a rattle of the door
deadbolt holding
police siren, closing fast
footsteps moving 
and then it stopped
distant thunder, light rain
no stars, no moon

6/2/17

© Frederic Parker  

Let’s put the painting
		there
    no        
there
next to     that one
     yeah
    yeah

Socks paired
his rolled tight
hers flat.

Where to eat
        Here
    No  
let’s try that place
             the one we keep saying
    Sure      
           perfect

Leg over leg
    warmth
we listen to the other breathing

Late  
      one checks the deadbolt
   on the front door
          careful not to step
               on the sleeping cat

© Douglas Brown  

It entered the heart, this misty ball of light.
Then found its way around the moat,
darkened metal deadbolt.
It tickled and teased (quite pleasing).
It had pristine sensitivity-sensuality 
but it was never meant to be.

Deflected to the silver path, 
it settled in forever's forever.
Deep into the heart of a grand giver...
Something it needed and deserved.
I hope it can live in peace
if only for a short while///
before death primes the walls of its 
tomb.

© Anthony Bianco  

Black and white rainbow with tornado eyes 
spinning spotting hard on a lightning bolt;
Such electricity in a slow dance;
Rhythm picks up with the darkening skies 
lingering on finger tip’s gentle jolt;
Detonation of pomp and circumstance 
but really it’s merely a soft whisper;
Beginning with a lock of the deadbolt
you rendered me immobile with a chance
to feel our heart’s race watching the thunder                              
                         advance.

© Melani Udaeta