Imagery Poems -10 Poem by ashok jadhav

1. Heart as a Locked Room
A door without a handle,
Dust thick on the floor;
Footsteps stop outside my ribs,
But no one knocks anymore.
Inside, a chair, a folded light,
A key grown thin with rust—
The heart keeps what it cannot give
And locks it into trust.
2. Tears as Rain or Salt
Tears fall like summer rain,
Sudden, warm, unnamed;
They leave salt maps upon the skin
Of shores no one has claimed.
Each drop remembers the sea,
Each cheek its borrowed tide;
I taste the weight of what was lost
Before it learns to dry.
3. Anger as Fire or Storm
Anger sparks behind the eyes,
A match too close to breath;
Words ignite and burn the air
Until they speak of death.
Then thunder breaks the clenched sky,
Rain hammers every wall;
After the storm, ash and steam
Where calm once stood, now small.
4. Fear as Darkness or Fog
Fear rolls in without a sound,
A fog that eats the road;
Streetlights fade to yellow ghosts
Beneath its heavy load.
Each step guesses where to land,
Each breath forgets its size;
Fear is darkness learning how
To wear familiar eyes.
5. Loneliness as an Empty House
Rooms echo with remembered noise,
A clock ticks twice as loud;
Chairs wait in practiced patience,
Windows stare, unbowed.
Loneliness dusts every shelf
With things that might have been;
An empty house still holds a life—
Just no one living in.
6. Hope as a Small Flame
Hope fits inside a trembling hand,
A wick, a breath, a spark;
It does not chase away the night—
It learns to live with dark.
Wind bends it low, but cannot teach
The flame how not to stay;
Hope is the light that whispers wait
When all else says give way.
7. Grief as Heavy Earth
Grief settles like wet soil,
Pulling ankles down;
Each step sinks into memory,
The ground refuses sound.
We bury love and stand above,
Hands caked with what we feel;
Grief is the weight of earth that proves
What loss has made real.
8. Memory as a Photograph
The photograph has faded edges,
Light cracked across the frame;
Time has thinned the colors out
But left the eyes the same.
I hold it still, afraid to breathe,
Lest past and present blur;
Memory clicks—then lives again
In everything that was her.