"padlock" poems
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T h e
F an t a s t i c
Rocking Horse
T h e Catherine
W heel The Glo w
ing Triangle The
****** The Nirv
ana The Padlock
The SlideThe Ape
The Butterfly The
Ascent to Desire
The Balancing Act
The Splitting Bam
boo The Curled A
n g e l The Bridge
The Clip The Clos
se-up The Double
Decker The Seduc
Tion The Crouchi
ng TigerThe Hero
The Dolphin Th e
Frog The Glowing Juniper The Plow
The Peg The Classic The Kneel The Reclining Lotus The Lustful L eg The Eagle The Cros
s The Rowing Boat The Star Doggy Style
The Super 8 The Bandoleer The
M a g i c Mountain
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Many people worry about their weight
In case it stops them ever getting a date
But gaining a few odd pounds is nothing
Just the result of a few days' greedy scoffing.
It's when you gain a couple of stones+,
And oozing fat smothers all your aching bones,
When your butts squelch against each other
Then you know you are a big fat mother.
But the cure for this is but a simple job:
You wire a padlock o'er your greedy gob.
Take daily laxatives and have no fear:
All will be relieved by constant diarrhoea.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
The streets of Paris -
the long walks
in the drizzle of rain
the lamp posts
and the ornate structures
are not quite as beautiful
when you're holding
her hand.
No Eiffel tower
can tell you
how much I love you
The warm waft
of a croissant
is not enough
even when washed down
with hot chocolate
to take away
this bitter taste.
The Pont de l'Archeveche,
the love lock bridge.
they say the padlock
symbolises eternal love
throwing the key
into the river
binds us
everlasting.
But just like the key
you are gone
forever.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
I know I didn't treat a lot you right
I'm a closed book with a big bad padlock on it
maybe you could say trust issues
but **** it I love you guys
no ****
(maybe a little)
because no matter where or how I have been
I have had some great people there for me
to keep me walking along that tight rope
without the fear of a body full of broken bones
We climbed hay bales in Drax
and ran away from the farmer in his combine harvester
we let everybody's tires down
and we went to the club and stayed until closing time
until after there were no taxis left
walking four miles home at four in the morning
we had a laugh mate
And to my Yankee friends
The rest of the world may hate you
but I don't
(much)
video games all night
ding **** ditch
homecoming and prom
and smoking cigarettes behind best buy
whole days spent on a couch laughing harder than we were high
the bowl we bought together
aptly named Willem Defoe
Marathon movie nights
post virginity loss high fives
telling me you were proud of me
for how I handled my parents' almost divorce
And I'm a cynical, ******* introvert
and at times I never want to see a human being ever again
but when that feeling fades
you guys are the first people I text
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Amputated from man
Amputated by man
Implanted to the outside of a wall
A foreigner refused entry into the family
The patern is as such: evrey need I fill
Opens up another two in me
One morning I awoke an amputee
And so it continued the whole life through
"How sincerity made a mad man of you"
If I ever face the mirror that's what I would say to thee
But me and my reflection have gone our seperate ways you see
Half a coffin for the amputee
I know they blame me and say how it's all my fault
Just cos I don't have a hatred for others
Which clearly they have got
Selfish to the core...vanity pride and greed..
Trick a poor stranger for an extra penny
Charge an arm and a leg from an amputee
God has unlocked my heart
But not the padlock on his gate
Heaven may be within reach
But hell is on a plait
So shall I DIE now??..is that what it will take ?
To make happy those so called "near to me"
To beautifie the amputee.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
She calls Him her boyfriend
But to Him, She is nothing but a Body to ****
Good girls go to heaven but
Bad girls with big ****
are everywhere looking for ***** to ****
Looking for loaded ****** to ****
l have been [Patient] for too long,
l think lm [sick]
Sick of these ****** Pretending to love when all
they after is *****
Sick of these ******* Pretending to love when
all they after
is taste of Pipi
Sick of ******* who cant see they is play
ground
and ****** is rolling ***** like is ball
They tell you is Hot even when you is not
you open ***** Hole,
Sperms and STDs float inside the Vigeegee
now you is sick, if only you had been patient
if only you was Patience
Im sick of ****** pretending that girls *******
are padlocks
and them ***** keys going around unlocking
as if they are good looking
****** dont make love they are UNLOCKING
*******
Bitchesfancy that his Tongue licks the
Vigeegee
chill, that's just LUBRICANT to make it slippery
when He operates you
Fingers you to make sure you ready for it
Figures you want it, makes you **** it like lolly
pop. then He makes your ***** swallow it
Unlocks the *****
Kisses you, making you drink the alcoholic
poison from His lips
then you get drunk in love
then your blood gets drunk in ***
then your **** gets drunk in *****
then you skip your periods you call Him he
picks up drunk telling you to **** off then you
realise late that you were a Padlock and He
was to unlock you
and you realise late that You Were just a BODY
TO ****
He lost nothing, but your
Innocence, dignity and virginity
perished.
But then you smile coz you played with His
**** too......
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
Lets go to his party later,
I don’t’ know the address
I never have,
but I know how to get there.
The house has a blue door.
We can dismantle the hosts bike
and throw the frame up a tree
let nocturnal birds fly off
with pedals in their beaks.
We can padlock his fridge,
and when no ones around
we’ll place a pigs foot under his pillow
then we can **** on the coats in a dark room
where we shouldn’t be.
We’ll ingest pills and potions and have epiphanies
under paper shaded IKEA lights.
Midnight is staggering down the hallway and
she was keen to remind me “we are appendixs in someone’s story “
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 8:03 AM UTC
I gave my love a lovin spoon
carved with my heart and anchor thus
a padlock and a set of keys
to keep her safe and guard our trust
a comma here offering my soul
and ships wheel with set steadfast course
adorned it with forget me nots
to show my love was so enforced.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:42 AM UTC
Sitting here writing some of my most inner thoughts and feelings
with the padlock closeby, I am scrawling in red ink in that I visualize as blood
my inner thoughts and understandings of life
while the clock ticks away the meaningless minutes I have wasted into writing about my days
I have wrote about my happiness and wrote about my saddness
the things that makes me cry and wish I would die
and the motives of why I even stay alive
I told about the day I tried blasting my brains out, but couldn't pull the trigger to try
I've told about the man I murdered
He'd shared with me everything and I couldn't bare him finding out who or what I was
Now his blood screams from the ground, crying out to me
and I take up alcoholism as a job, a worthwhile profession to comfort me
I have told about the pregnant girl on prom night
who was stuck, wasting away wishing she could party that night
who was thinking about self aborting her child, motherhood she dared to fight
until she felt her son kick and she sobbed, tears that she tried to fight
I have told about my first love
my first kiss and how I felt higher and more pure than a dove
i told about my grandmother and how she taught me that "god is love"
switching to blue ink now, because blue is for peace
I signed my name at the bottom of each page
saying that I have become stronger with each turn of the page
I no longer feel that I have to shove the whole canister of anti-depressants down my ribcage
I wrote with red ink scrawled in blood
that was full of agony,anger, and regret
Finished in blue because I found a happy place,peace, and acceptance
I lock the padlock onto it, in order to protect my secrets
and I stop the clock by taking out the batteries to remind me that my life isn't ruled by human time
and I smile as I look into the fireplace, at my book of secrets, finally erased.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
It's a giant steel padlock
latched onto an even greater door.
Bullet proof and flame retardant.
It opens for no one.
Not for friends.
Not for family.
Not for lovers.
Not even for me.
How can it be
that something so strong
can be so weak
internally?
It is me.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
Love is so vapid for me,
I feel like don't want to love anymore,but
When i see you;
I startled and ponder,
Why god takes a lot of time to,
Make a men like you for me ?
Every dames fairytale dream is,
A hubbie who hearkens patiently.
Now i got mine.
But,
I want to utter something
I thought this was a real seal,
You & me were locked
A padlock of emotions and feelings.
I had cried so many tears
I felt all alone.
Its made my heart black ,
Like a chunk of coal.
When times runs out
My heart cognized everything
Now i come from the hazy sphere.
I can sense you now.
You fell in love,
From the moment you laid eyes on me.
When, I juxtapose you with the star's
He feels covetous because,
You and your love is most beaming.
Whem you clutch me in your arms,
Is the best loved part of the day.
Over a period of time,
I got to know the real you.
Sometimes you are my bestie
Sometimes my soulmate
Sometimes my acharya.
I know you,
Like no one i have ever known.
I am sorry if i do something make you really mad.
I am sorry for breaking your heart but,
I can't promise you that we will never fight
But i can promise,
With all my heart
I will always love you and never leave you.
When i say adieu, promise me you won't cry,
Bcz the day i will be saying farewell,
Is the day i die.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
God sees him, I see him. He is a lonely man
Love is a fly on the wall, a secure padlock on the door
A bag of dog food for the Bruce and Princess,
When love is in the heart, it can’t be altered
The soul beam: he would always be the laughing child
In her father fondest memories before
his adolescent mind was corrupt by evil
Loves makes the parent proud,
love produce a health mind of control
the laughing child would feel no shame,
he would blessed his mother breast,
Without the slightest thought of ******
Some share the night alone in bed,
Some cuddled in with their mother
Love like that is forbidden,
If only he could escape from this house of ******
where a parent only love herself
and see the younger husband in her only son
he need that inner strength to save himself from the touch of evil
False hopes, a rigid mind, a corrupt soul
Some share the night alone pondering,
How does her church feel about her sharing the night with her son
Who’s thirty one.
P.S
Satan's false kingdom, False nature, a false expectation
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
The libraries and bookstores of the world
Are stocked with pleasantries:
Prim, proper, peach juice-oozing volumes
That made the grade.
These books are all well and good,
And are not unworthy of examination,
Simply because they were deemed so
By a jury of your peers.
Make note, however,
Of the myopia inherent
In limiting yourself
To the savoury.
Observe:
Past the shelves of
Well-lit,
Worn-covered
Thoroughly thumbed delicacies,
There is more to be seen.
Do not hesitate to approach the shelves
Wreathed in thorns and security tape
And kept under dim bulbs.
The books that lurk there
Are sealed tight
And wear jackets plastered in sludge:
Sludge laid thick by heavy-handed brushstrokes.
Prying open the padlock
Will sometimes reveal
Further grime coagulated upon the pages.
Further prying, however,
Will split open tomes
Scrawled with fractures of light,
Lending to the eye
An illumination unique
To such tarred works.
Do not fear these banned books,
These veiled wonders,
For they contain pure, unscreened scrawlings
Soulfully wrought upon simple scraps of paper.
It is within these that truth can be found.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
Children run along the fields,
Searching behind each tree,
Looking under stones and rocks,
Looking in each cupboard,
Behind each padlock,
Wanting to find the treat thats hidden somewhere,
They know the adults stole away to hide them,
Chocolate eggs,
Bunny rabbits and tiny chicks roaming too,
Searching for the re-born future,
Promised from the moment of returning,
Looking under stones and rocks,
Looking in each cupboard,
Behind each padlock.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 8:40 PM UTC
The witch lies conjuring lines of verse
to alter our place in the universe
to twist this common knowing
and spin such miracles as love.
A flash of light and a cackle of laughter
it seems I got what I was after
as your eyes fall on me hungrily
my world now mirrors my dreams.
How bright our future seems.
Then a witches warning: "2000
mornings of love have you ‘til natural
laws return - death's padlock will be opened
if the stolen love you haven't earned."
What bitter lessons greed can teach
when we twist the fates to heaven reach.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
A castle door, guarded by no one
A giant padlock fastened around the ****
I pull with all the strength I can muster
Nothing moves
I try again, slamming myself at the unmovable door
Nothing moves
"Maybe it is me" I say
"Maybe it is the weather, or the position of the sun on the horizon that makes this door unmovable"
I back away from the gate to see a beam of light emerge from the tallest tower
The most guarded
This gives me hope
If only I could burst through the gate, I could welcome the gatekeeper with open arms
We could be joyous
And, together, enjoy the limited eternalness of our youth
So I attempt again, and this time the door swings open with a thud
Under my new found strength
I step inside, expecting to see a lush landscape
And my beloved
However, he is no where to be found
And the courtyard is barren
While I search for my gatekeeper I find his study
Filled with books and books of the struggles of his life
But no book containing the answers to his problems
This makes my heart drop as I learn of my gatekeeper's difficult life
With tears in my eyes, I push on to find him
I search in every corridor
Until I find the tower entrance
And embark on the rickety, unkempt staircase to reach him
I find him huddled in a corner
His eyes, red and tiresome from worry
As soon as my gatekeeper sees me
He falls into my arms
And we wept
We wept for the things lost
The things hidden
The things that have past
And the uncertain things to come
For we have no notion of the things to come
But we can live in this moment together from now on
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
This encounter
has left me feeling
like I could really use
a padlock
a wire cage
and three tons of bricks
right now.
It isn't easy
or anywhere near
a walk in the park
or a Sunday morning stroll.
So the padlock stays locked
and the cage stays wired
those bricks will not shift.
But I'm not going anywhere.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Call me a chump
But I’m with Trump
When it comes to Carson
He can’t be accused of parsing
When he says pathological
He’s being pedagogical
Using the man’s own words
Which completely under girds
What the man said
About the thoughts in his head
And it’s no more than logical
He said he’s pathological
We must wonder hard
If he’d still go that extra yard
To practice his absurdity
I know the thought’s occurred to me
Cuz if you take a look
Inside his true confession book
You’re gonna be amazed
As he recounts the different ways
He showed off his temper
With his mother front and center
Then a friend or relative
Who he tried his best to shive
It may sound like a joke
But thank God the blade broke
Then there’s the guy that he rocked
With a solid steel padlock
But no one can recall
Because the tales he tells are tall
Though he insists they’re true
But those who know him asked, "Who knew?"
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
you were my Doctor.
your touch my own personal TARDIS.
guiding me through new worlds
of pleasure,
introducing me to new species
of endorphins.
(I've never been
so ******* hot
in my life)
you made me feel
gorgeous.
(if only for a moment)
you made me feel
special.
(even if you've had
other companions
before)
you unwound me
lay me bare;
I was like a padlock beneath the
sonic screwdriver of your
delicate
oh so deliberate
ministrations.
(please come back)
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
You wear only black
You're angry
You lock yourself away
You wear only black to hide in the shadows that others have placed you in
You're angry because you've been hurt deeply by a man who is suppose to teach you forgiveness
You lock yourself away in your room to keep anyone else from hurting you
You wear only black
You're a storm cloud
If I know anything about Storm Clouds,
It's that they end in remarkable rainbows
Paintings of God across our skies
You're angry
You've got emotion to scar people for years
That kind of power can be harnessed
For smiles that may last centuries
Your smile can be harnessed
Like diamonds in a valley of roses
You lock yourself away
The tiger you used to pretend to be when you were younger
Is scratching at the padlock
You're defiant and rebellious
Calm, silent, remarkable
Your stripes are unique and vibrant
Show them to the world
For cats remain on leashes
Tigers are the queens of jungles
Rule your kingdom
You beautiful beast
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
Slap a padlock on my mind
If you can only but try;
My thoughts cannot be confined,
My freedom you won’t deny.
Am I so small, so fragile a Bird,
Unnoticed, with a broken wing?
So weak to utter a noble word,
Unable to sweetly sing?
No! There’s so much to learn,
Inside there’s a tender heart;
Passion’s deep within do burn,
Just haven’t had chance to start.
Don’t think you can control
My life in every way,
I am a patient, but strong soul
Just waiting for the day
When retribution will call,
Then release, as from a cage
And freedom to walk so tall
With no more seething rage.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
I think what really kills me
is to see a guy pour out his guts
about how hard his life is
how committed to the struggle he is
and how much conviction he has
(with his daddy's trust fund)
I could really learn to get behind his success
if I just ignored that he's a rich man's son
I grew up poor, I grew up brown
so I'm Mr "What a big ****** when my thoughts came out
about how I have hopes for a brighter tomorrow
or that life's too short, we're on a track that we borrow
So now I hear succinctly that there's guys who say distinctly
How they're fed up with the system and they hate the gender binary
They're enlightened, in the know, and they're really having fun
Because this **** is easy when you're a rich man's son.
Oh, so I grew up in a small town
A suburban uncultured brown, public school GPA high
That's nice, I like how they let things slide for you guys
getting high, dealing dope, chilling with weirdos
and not the weirdos you know, the kind with emotional, physical, and ****** hangups
and not "wee we're so ******* different"
Because we never got praise, we only worked with a backdrop
Hoping maybe someday we'd get the key to the padlock
But it doesn't matter you say, there ain't a place left to run
Because it's easy not to care when you're a rich man's son
It's always the ones with power, the one's who hold royal flushes
Who say "money can't help you, I feel so out of touch with"
all the nature that I have the money to afford to go visit on a whim
Because the world is an oyster that I have yet to sink in
While I'm hoping for you, you get the point when it's done
That not everyone gets the chance to emote like the rich man's son
I built my kingdom from my grit; I'm not a rich man's son
I learned that no one gives a **** I'm not a rich man's son
I've no promo but my mouth; I'm not a rich man's son
I've got the battle on my back, I'll be a rich man, son
I've formulated my attack, I'll be a rich man, son
I got my loving back on track, I'll be a rich man, son
If I want to stay intact, I'll be a rich man, son.
Your father loves you boy, so you're a rich man's son
Don't care if I can't have the toys, cause I'm a rich man's son
My father loves me to the death, so I'm a rich man's son
"Dad life is pretty hard, don't think I'm having fun"
"Jake, you've got to make yourself, I don't care what the other kids have done"
"If you can only do one thing, and yes I only ask one"
"Be the best at that, there's ever been, will you do that son?"
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
You make me feel so comfortable
So good in my own skin
That beauty is only skin deep
The best stuff come from within
Its been such a short span of time
This really isn't like me
Its like my hearts a metal padlock
and you just happen to have the key
I'm normally not so open
and so willing to let someone in
Because loves played like a game
and I normally do not win
Should I keep my guard up ?
and try and keep you out ?
My heart says "lets do this"
My head still has some doubt
I think that I may try this
I'll give you just one chance
Will this end poorly
Or like a fairy tail romance.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
Your love spreads over me
Sun rays travel yellow like butter
Our thoughts wisp the airways
Hearts triple padlock knot together
Common traits fit a foot saddle
Silver slippers speak the truth
By first sunset we knew enough to know we can have it all
Rain patter drizzle ascends my roof
A spectrum stain on the sky
Soaked up and set in view
Must mean a monkey's birthday
Must mean I love love love you
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
I found myself saying:
***"I want to relive Monday;
every last moment
til I went home"***
and believe me
that was true.
I wanted to feel you close again,
to feel no-one else
but you.
to look out into the depths
of a crowd and still meet the eyes
of you.
to remind me of the friendship,
that blossomed into something more
with you.
to hold your hand and squeeze
it tight when my laugh was caused
by you.
to stroll along the streets without a
care knowing that I
had you.
to feel the way you made me happy
the feeling I hope I give
to you.
to rekindle that padlock security
that I was truly safe
with you.
You see I've come to realise,
or maybe more so hope,
that when it all comes down to it
that I could finally be,
with you.
so with that in mind, I say again,
with joy secure like stone,
***"I want to relive Monday;
every last moment
til I went home"***
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC