How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!

Behind my locked facade

is love worth searching for.

Of all the princes

in pursuit of me,

after all these years, finally

You found the key.

You say, “Speak from your heart.”

You set me free.

Oooh joy.

Started my day off,

with a shock.

Went out,

to do my business.

but left my key

inside the lock.

i know that is was stupid.

deserted by my luck.

and all that i could say was,

are you kidding me?

what the fok!

THE LOCK OF LIFE

If sometimes you just locked up your way

And you lost your path , which leads to life

Never be worried to unlock the small doors

For golden gate always hold a silver key

For this is a lock open without any key device !

Just keep falling from high clips

To frame enough of your fears

Trapped like a crook prisoner

Locked up in cold chain balls

And no key tricks work to free yourself

Let your heart locked in love

Let your mind protected in knowledge

Let your soul sealed in tall life

Just be strong enough ,to ride uphill’s and down

For each day is a hard lock with big keys!

Does knowledge hold the key? This is a good question and you really do a great job at making this poem positive and optimistic, as you encourage people to fight the good fight. Nice, Ovidio!

You hold the key to unlock my door

The same one that unlocks my heart

We'll journey together forevermore

Our love is locked we'll not depart

wait, there‘s two

one for the lock

the other, it’s old but looks new

funny things; keep us out

momentarily shut off from treasure devout

skeleton without a heart

perhaps it opens someone

maybe in dream

gave mine to you then we were done

never saw it coming but sure did my part

you were once an uncommon theme

today my lock

tomorrow just a meme

Fear struck as I turned the key.

What was waiting inside for me.

It had been over a week since we said goodbye,

All his things should be gone, ( a mournful sigh)

"Oh my love it will be so cold and lonely,

I can feel my heart beat if only; if only.

Lost. My mind refuses to think as the tears fall,

I stare at the door, turn and walk back down the hall.

© Cynthia Clark