#locket
sometimes the sunrise comes too fast
and i remember us watching it
and i remember the way i looked at you
and the way you must have seen me
i remember you, backlit
and god, so beautiful
i remember the way i wanted to lock up my heart
and give the key to you and only you
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC
there are days
where you spend hours
trying to untangle
the chain
of a locket
it is days like these
moments in which
there is nothing
but peace
pathetic it may be
but void of a feeling
so hopeless
and adrift
because it is a goal
you can achieve
just focus and tenacity
and then finally
you're hit
with the satisfaction
when it all comes apart
a high so pure
it has you wishing for another knot
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
I have to lock you up again
Because if I speak of you
I will lose you
Like many times before
And again and again
I know I won’t lose you
But it’s my heart always
Lying to me of what’s in store…
And this gold key I dearly hold
With an age old locket my golden friend…
Oct 21, 2023
Oct 21, 2023 at 9:29 PM UTC
She Gathered Lilacs
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
She gathered lilacs
and arrayed them in her hair;
tonight, she taught the wind to be free.
She kept her secrets
in a silver locket;
her companions were starlight and mystery.
She danced all night
to the beat of her heart;
with her tears she imbued the sea.
She hid her despair
in a crystal jar,
and never revealed it to me.
She kept her distance
as though it were armor;
gauntlet thorns guard her heart like the rose.
Love!—awaken, awaken
to see what you’ve taken
is still less than the due my heart owes!
Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, The Eclectic Muse (Canada), Shabestaneh (Iran), Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry, The Chained Muse, Inspirational Stories and Captivating Poetry (Anthology)
Keywords/Tags: Love, lilacs, hair, wind, secrets, locket, starlight, mystery, heart, beat, tears, sea, despair, crystal, jar, distance, armor, rose, thorns, due, heart, owes
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC
You are my dearest posession,
The one I keep in a locket around my neck.
But you see, the thing is-
No matter how beautiful the locket is,
I'm still allergic to silver.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
If I could save time in a locket, I would wear it around my neck and sail the seas. Thus being immortally known as the father of time travel.
©
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 8:10 AM UTC
A locket of gold hangs on a chain
Around your neck always
By your heart it remains
Engraven with words, only for you
“I am a child of God”
Provides comfort anew
Open your locket - reread the words
Remember the message
Let them often be heard
A happy, joyful, prosperous flow
Will stream from your locket
You received long ago
Emblazon the words into your mind
Let hope spring eternal
And your treasure you’ll find
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
all the while I will love you because I’ve never been good at stringing the little locket heart into my chest. It’s always just dangled in my hand clumsily. People always tell me “kid you gotta hide that. Don’t you know where you are.”and i want to laugh. And say “ I’m in the jungle baby”, proceed to sing the rest of that song, and not let them get me down. Cause **** the ********
It is what it is, the sadness, but with it
also the love
so,
why suffer.
little locket in hand and the nearness of the you, jazz standards floating through my head,
are enough.
It is what it is.
I’m in Love with you. Thousands of Motown songs and R&B 2019 top charting singles running, forming hills in my mind
mounting
so ever slowly, but continuously that everytime I walk past one of those hills, I fail to recognize it.
They’re becoming mountains
They are what they are,
as this is what it is.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
For my sixteenth birthday she gave me a locket
Which I keep inside a bag, inside a box, inside of my drawer
All shiny and silver, with initials engraved
Carved on its back the date forever saved
It is resting undisturbed, never worn out
Though I try it out from time to time
Put it on by the mirror and wonder to myself
This is who I would be had things stayed the same
I shake my heavy head, unclasp it from my neck
The last piece of you at last is removed
And yes, I do try to forgive
But to this day that locket stays
Inside of a bag, in a box, at the bottom of my drawer
I don't put it on anymore
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
The cold locket
She gave you
Slipped from your neck
Falling between
Your bare *******
And down past
Your broken heart
You hugged
Your knees
That they might
Save you
And hold you
Together
For just a
Little while
Staring at your
Reflection
In the
Lukewarm water
That stagnated
At your thighs,
A white
Porcelain refuge
Surrounded by
Moldy tiles
Was your solace
The salty leakage
From your
Forest eyes
Fell faster
Than the
Squeaky faucet
That never stopped
D R I P P I N G
The cool
Air grazed
Your spine
And sent
A peppered
Patch of
Chill bumps
Down your arms,
But you
Didn't seem
To mind
All you
Could feel
Was the
Broken pieces
Of your heart,
S c a t t e r e d
In the water
Slicing your body
Like tiny
Razor blades
By their
Jagged, Uneven
Edges
With one
Flip of
Your toe
You whispered
Goodbye,
As the necklace
That she
Gave you
And the
Pieces of
Your heart
That she
Took from you
Slid down
The drain,
Into the
Place Where
Broken Hearts Go.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:52 AM UTC
The duvet is disheveled—
hanging onto the mattress,
half draping the ebony stained
floor. Admiral Blue walls are illuminated
by two brass pendant lights
that have sprouted from the ceiling
and are growing off of
the bitter ends of
the anchor rode.
My attention is pulled down
by the locket
weighing from my neck
as the silver braid bites
with chill and I stay on the bed
and focus on that brightwork
laying on my chest and
I keep trying to ignore
the far corner of the room
by the vanity because
I keep trying to ignore
your blubber-skinned suitcase
painted in barnacles, sitting on the floor,
mouth wide open, like it is just there waiting
to swallow you whole and
spit you back out at the next harbor—
I swear, I think it is trying
to rename you Jonah.
Tonight, like every other night before
that you have stepped from my deck
to throw yourself into the sea,
I will find myself,
after the moon has risen,
after the tide has shifted,
and after the town has fallen asleep,
wandering aimlessly down the hand paved
roads that weave along the port to sit
with your life, your love, and your lady.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Keep me in your locket, doll,
Keep me tied real tight.
Keep me safe, my love,
Or I might die of fright.
And fear.
And Paranoia
This is nothing to kid.
I am totally, and incidentally afraid of my mirror.
And my friends.
And enemies,
Frenemies,
They're truly out to get me.
Ghosts around every corner and skeletons in e'ry closet.
I am trying not to cry and dying to avoid it
This hell that holds me
Baby
Lock it
Lock it
Lock it
Baby, keep me in your pocket
Baby
Lock it
Lock it
Lock it
Baby, keep me in your pocket
Oh, lock it
Lock it
Lock it
I'm crying.
Keep me in your locket, doll,
Keep me tied real tight.
Keep me safe, my love,
Or I might die of fright.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Lockets are beautiful.
I let you keep mine.
A gesture so kind and benign...
I miss it so much;
Missed the dangling on my chest.
But I gave it to you so at night you'd have rest.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
*An empty locket is not hard to find
take a look at the neck
and you can find a chain
take a glimpse of their eyes
don't get lost in the void*
I know Lisa didn't believe in a lost cause
she had stout faith ingrained within her
that she could charge strong against a throng of men
who fated her to be wrapped tight in white gauze
who left the soldiers that couldn't be found in the fog
those riddled with led, disease and debris
to fill the bellies of those starving dogs
and now that my baby's in the hospital
locked in a state of alive but not living
I caress the locket she always wore
and I laugh where the tears come out
because it's a picture of my face
I laugh because if my little girl woke up
she would not stay in her place
she does not believe in fate
all she'd know is that her daddy hasn't
been helping people recently
would tell me I'm a disgrace
And I too wear a locket, the heart is pink
I've never wanted to ink it black, it's a gift
I received from my brave baby girl who used
her tooth fairy money when she was thirteen
I recall her saying I could put Sarah's photo there
but I said no, little Queen
there are pictures all over the house I can see,
right now all I need is you and me
that was that last time I felt strong
over and over, she opened my eyes
I kept learning I was wrong
I wasn't supposed to wait for cries
she said holding someone up is not enough
once they've broken on the inside
I have heard many more lectures from my princess
but I need her to wake up and make me remember
because I have been forgetting all my good parts
that came from her teachings of surrendering
your body and your heart in hopes you'll give
the multitudes a better start
so, Lisa
whenever you're ready
open your eyes
I'm all set to stop withering
I'll stop sitting here as I've done for three years
and you can return exactly as you were
in all of your glittering
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
I had a heart once.
It looked something like a locket that broke in two;
She took half,
And never gave it back
So now I love things incomplete.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
My soul is trapped within
this room.
A bit strange and yet so familiar.
Or so I see.
It’s amazing how much
of a mistake
I am.
Just want to forget,
but can’t.
Do you see the scars?
I can
Within this shattered heart,
a victim.
A tiny locket all its own.
Devoid of feeling for me.
It’s amazing how much
of a mistake
I am.
Just want to forget,
but can’t.
Do you feel pain?
I can.
My voice is lost within
the echo.
It’s all around me, but
What I hear is not really me.
It’s amazing how much
of a mistake
I am.
Just want to forget,
but can’t.
Do you hear the harp playing?
I can.
Upon these unloved lips
blood drops.
A familiar earthborn tang of deception.
It I can taste.
It’s amazing how much
of a mistake
I am.
Just want to forget,
but can’t.
Do you taste salted tears?
I can.
My birth is sweetened citrus,
a boy.
Citrine and earthy.
An aroma of anguish.
It’s amazing how much
of a mistake
I am.
Just want to forget,
but can’t.
Do you smell the rain coming on?
I can.
Can you write in the dark?
I can.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC