Escape Poems
#escape
Escape poems, poems about liberation and escape. Poetry about breaking free from confinement or control. Poems about freedom from oppression, imprisonment, or limits and expectations on our thoughts or behaviour. Escape poems includes poetry about escapism and running away from challenging life situations.
reality/dreams/ being(s)
I wished I were an "alien" if it meant that I could teleport to one's spaceship- and ascend into a pleasant state of existence;
"culture" is a double edged predicament; I wish there were a list from which one could choose what society one'd like to inhabit-
like "liberation" within reason; it's true- i absolutely agree- that existence isn't what it's been hyped up to be; it's like those sort of misleading twisted random dreams you wake up from like-
yea something...
"culture" is a double edged predicament; I wish there were a list from which one could choose what society one'd like to inhabit-
like "liberation" within reason; it's true- i absolutely agree- that existence isn't what it's been hyped up to be; it's like those sort of misleading twisted random dreams you wake up from like-
yea something...
#escape
#humankind
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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distant shores
i stand
easily
on sand,
watching
the waves
come
and go,
back and
forth,
my soul
fantasizes
about going
places,
and as i
stand at
the
beginning
of my
world,
i imagine
touching
those
distant
shores.
easily
on sand,
watching
the waves
come
and go,
back and
forth,
my soul
fantasizes
about going
places,
and as i
stand at
the
beginning
of my
world,
i imagine
touching
those
distant
shores.
#dreams
#escape
#happiness
#learning
#travel
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Obscure
Take me away
To the land of Fae
And feed me
With weed, and mead
Take me away
To the land of fae
Where we can sow our seeds
Take me away
To the land of Fae
Where i can dream my dreams
Take me away
To the land of Fae
Where nothing is quite what it seems
by Jemia
To the land of Fae
And feed me
With weed, and mead
Take me away
To the land of fae
Where we can sow our seeds
Take me away
To the land of Fae
Where i can dream my dreams
Take me away
To the land of Fae
Where nothing is quite what it seems
by Jemia
#dreams
#escape
#fairies
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stream of one
I left my body
Before my body left me
Another simple token
Of my complacency
No jokes written
No lines rehearsed
Just another simpleton
Playing with a curse
Filled up my pockets
With utter disdain
Writing about how
Y’all drive me insane
No practice given
No time to rehearse
Just another simpleton
Playing with a curse
Before my body left me
Another simple token
Of my complacency
No jokes written
No lines rehearsed
Just another simpleton
Playing with a curse
Filled up my pockets
With utter disdain
Writing about how
Y’all drive me insane
No practice given
No time to rehearse
Just another simpleton
Playing with a curse
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#escape
#LifeAsAWriter
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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Freedom
Freedom
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever have the only one mirage?
Me!
Only me!
I am tired of postponing my love,
Of leaving verses out.
Of leaving it in between the lines.
I need only one face.
If I will ever use a mask
It will only be for Avant-Garde expressions.
As I play with my nakedness.
With my transparent skin.
And nude thought.
How long?
How far?
The dread of tomorrow morning.
In this land of blur.
With thick angry clouds.
In-between me and ray of light.
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever have the only one mirage?
Me!
Only me!
I am tired of postponing my love,
Of leaving verses out.
Of leaving it in between the lines.
I need only one face.
If I will ever use a mask
It will only be for Avant-Garde expressions.
As I play with my nakedness.
With my transparent skin.
And nude thought.
How long?
How far?
The dread of tomorrow morning.
In this land of blur.
With thick angry clouds.
In-between me and ray of light.
#escape
#freedom
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ive me the vibe
Give Me The Vibe
How would I enjoy?
Had you not compromised your freedom?
Uncorrupted letter.
True melody.
Untouched Homo Sapiens.
DNA-Painting.
It is a mystic ancient call!
Give me the vibe!
Unchained.
It drags me,
I am running.
Let me!
Let me in!
Give me the abstract!
All the flowers you landed in.
All the colors you saw?
All the times you kept your breath.
All the sketches black and white,
Of those feelings.
An architect of a mystic space.
Let me in! ...
How would I enjoy?
Had you not compromised your freedom?
Uncorrupted letter.
True melody.
Untouched Homo Sapiens.
DNA-Painting.
It is a mystic ancient call!
Give me the vibe!
Unchained.
It drags me,
I am running.
Let me!
Let me in!
Give me the abstract!
All the flowers you landed in.
All the colors you saw?
All the times you kept your breath.
All the sketches black and white,
Of those feelings.
An architect of a mystic space.
Let me in! ...
#escape
#freedom
#love
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Muse
I haven't sketched you in-I don't know how long; submerged in "50 shades of greys"; one's been laying in the ceiling-floored-old sketches decorate;
how i wished- you had a face- and our "faces" resonated like an "orchestra on stage"; the "runner/dreamer" in me thinking-we could save each others' day;
we don't have to do a single thing but simply sit and lay- watch you wolf down on a meal- ocuppy each others' space; I'd rather spend time with my muse("ghost" without a face)-than "creative...
how i wished- you had a face- and our "faces" resonated like an "orchestra on stage"; the "runner/dreamer" in me thinking-we could save each others' day;
we don't have to do a single thing but simply sit and lay- watch you wolf down on a meal- ocuppy each others' space; I'd rather spend time with my muse("ghost" without a face)-than "creative...
#escape
#lover
#philosophical #healing
#philosophical #healing
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Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
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Twisted Truths
Blindfolded
and stuffed into this wagon
Subjected
to more than you can handle
Pressuring
ensure acceleration
Gravity
cannot restrain the tension
Endlessly
can't you see
there are no limitations
Stability
a term that has no meaning
Set me free
infinity revealing
Deaden my awareness of conclusions
Persistent
while reasoning delusions
Lift the weight of the world from my shoulders
back and forth we live with unresolved problems
and stuffed into this wagon
Subjected
to more than you can handle
Pressuring
ensure acceleration
Gravity
cannot restrain the tension
Endlessly
can't you see
there are no limitations
Stability
a term that has no meaning
Set me free
infinity revealing
Deaden my awareness of conclusions
Persistent
while reasoning delusions
Lift the weight of the world from my shoulders
back and forth we live with unresolved problems
#anxiety
#escape
#LifeStruggles
#vulnerability
#weakness
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Solid, Liquid, Gas....
one often obsesses about concepts of "life after death"; imagined round about ways to glimpse "there"-nothing less than lucid;
one admits that one's heavily bound by the solid exterior that is flesh; blissfully yet cognitively navigating this realm like liquid- in often wonder of during/after the "gas" aspect when there's no more body left;
the physical on so many levels drives this soul to want to know- what happens when there's no more dance- no more obstacles- no more minstrel show;
...
one admits that one's heavily bound by the solid exterior that is flesh; blissfully yet cognitively navigating this realm like liquid- in often wonder of during/after the "gas" aspect when there's no more body left;
the physical on so many levels drives this soul to want to know- what happens when there's no more dance- no more obstacles- no more minstrel show;
...
#escape
#freedom
#peace #spiritual
#peace #spiritual
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may never know-painting idealism
hot cocoa during winter-couch cuddles-channel surfing-warm everything-temperture; almost everyday-momentum-
water flowing- despite litter- that just washes on the shore; what is overly attentive? what is feeling ones' ignored; what are expectations hendering a natural smooth jazz?
doesn't matter what's the back drop- be it visuals or sounds; what is feeling something wonderful-"bill withers"(just the two of us)- nothing more....
as opposed to one-just one- in the void; just ok....
just a dream dreamt every now...
water flowing- despite litter- that just washes on the shore; what is overly attentive? what is feeling ones' ignored; what are expectations hendering a natural smooth jazz?
doesn't matter what's the back drop- be it visuals or sounds; what is feeling something wonderful-"bill withers"(just the two of us)- nothing more....
as opposed to one-just one- in the void; just ok....
just a dream dreamt every now...
#LifeCycle
#loneliness
#escape #relationships
#escape #relationships
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Blue Skies, Lavender Mornings
Blue skies, Lavender Mornings
Colors Orange, Yellow and Green
Will this make my day brighter?
Will it make me a better writer?
There's no place that can be better
When you're mind is in the clouds
Create an island oasis
Return to the basics
It's a great feeling when there's no hassles
Floating free, walk upon the shore
Give you & I things to make our lives better
My mango's are orange & yellow forever
Clarity is seen
Envisioned dreams
Escape within your own reality
Colors Orange, Yellow and Green
Will this make my day brighter?
Will it make me a better writer?
There's no place that can be better
When you're mind is in the clouds
Create an island oasis
Return to the basics
It's a great feeling when there's no hassles
Floating free, walk upon the shore
Give you & I things to make our lives better
My mango's are orange & yellow forever
Clarity is seen
Envisioned dreams
Escape within your own reality
#dreams
#escape
#happiness
#motivational
#uplifting
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