Poem About Locked Doors

With an iron door that can t be opened.

Poem about locked doors.

But at last came a knock and i thought of the door. I climbed on the sill and descended outside. When we locked up the house at night we always locked the flowers outside. But the knock came again.

I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands. However there is a locked room up there. With an iron door that can t be opened. My window was wide.

Some say the angels lock it from the outside. But the knock came again. The people inside have no water. It has all your bad dreams in it.

However there is a locked room up there. As told to a child. And i though of the door with no lock to lock. And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves.

Some say the devil locks the door. The people inside have no water. You become a house where the wind blows straight through because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door and you re the house where people come and go as they please because you re simply too unimpressed to care. But that key is what lies in your hands.

Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been. Poem by robert frost. Some say the devil locks the door. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door.

A blue locked door. Locked doors poem by joseph narusiewicz. The key that opens to what lies behind. Life s true potential is a locked door.

Some say the angels lock it from the outside. And cut them off from window light. In prayer to the door. The time i dreamed the door was tried.

Unable to be opened without a key. With no lock to lock. So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry.