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.
rksingh
Poem Published
Today 1:27pm
Today 1:27pm
I TOO DESCEND
Some fresh bones, and designer dress
distorted hopes, cataract vision
hardly any better the face of the body
and if there is a soul, the soul hears
the map guides the mind's midnight
but the destination is different
deception is courage
they know the end of journey
and get down when the train stops
I too descend
--R K Singh
distorted hopes, cataract vision
hardly any better the face of the body
and if there is a soul, the soul hears
the map guides the mind's midnight
but the destination is different
deception is courage
they know the end of journey
and get down when the train stops
I too descend
--R K Singh
#escape
#meditation
#PersonalGrowth
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 4:21pm
6th Feb 2025 4:21pm
"Poetic Justice "
aspirations to engage the right side of this brain as much as the left; there are blockages that occasionally make me want to literally bull rush my head- into concrete wall....
as if I could ever express or manifest something at all so profound that it resurrects necessary spirits from the dead- to somehow help magically bring about a way to save those that were never meant for this earthly🌎 existential dread....
because no matter where one goes- there one is; a species bearing witness to...
as if I could ever express or manifest something at all so profound that it resurrects necessary spirits from the dead- to somehow help magically bring about a way to save those that were never meant for this earthly🌎 existential dread....
because no matter where one goes- there one is; a species bearing witness to...
#escape
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#frustration
43 reads
PAR
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 9:20pm
5th Feb 2025 9:20pm
Skeletons out of the closet!
From a very young age
I've always loved skeletons
and I kept all those I found
along the path of this life...
I have no idea why but apparently
they all want to come out of the closet
so suddenly... unexpectedly.
In the next minute, probably!
I've always loved skeletons
and I kept all those I found
along the path of this life...
I have no idea why but apparently
they all want to come out of the closet
so suddenly... unexpectedly.
In the next minute, probably!
#escape
#fear
#fire
52 reads
10 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 4:28am
3rd Feb 2025 4:28am
astronauts & aliens
out of sight- out of mind; not in trouble- how I like; some expectations are too high; so many times- i feel I've "died";
a ladder that ones' forced to climb; I'm living for a different high; a "space cadet" I am for life; I'm out of place with gravity- an "outter space" is what one seeks;
here on earth- there's flack recieved; haunted here- with tragic themes; there's crap in "dreams" that crashes sleep;
perhaps no earthly place to seek- where it's safe...
a ladder that ones' forced to climb; I'm living for a different high; a "space cadet" I am for life; I'm out of place with gravity- an "outter space" is what one seeks;
here on earth- there's flack recieved; haunted here- with tragic themes; there's crap in "dreams" that crashes sleep;
perhaps no earthly place to seek- where it's safe...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical #LifeCycle
#philosophical #LifeCycle
68 reads
Pishashee
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 6:47am
1st Feb 2025 6:47am
Night Walk
I took a walk through the tapestry of night,
where streetlamps stitched their gold tight across midnight’s throat—
not stars, but close enough to mimic light,
to guard the paths where restless shadows are rubies.
A chorus hummed through bones of bending trees,
the wind’s tender grasp combed through the thorny thicket.
Far above, in blackened galaxies,
starlight blew its kisses—thick as good luck & hope.
The moon, ripe as a strawberry, dripped its glow,
and climbed the clouds like stairs, playing calipee. ...
where streetlamps stitched their gold tight across midnight’s throat—
not stars, but close enough to mimic light,
to guard the paths where restless shadows are rubies.
A chorus hummed through bones of bending trees,
the wind’s tender grasp combed through the thorny thicket.
Far above, in blackened galaxies,
starlight blew its kisses—thick as good luck & hope.
The moon, ripe as a strawberry, dripped its glow,
and climbed the clouds like stairs, playing calipee. ...
#escape
#nature
#PersonalGrowth
#strength
#wisdom
105 reads
2 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 5:49pm
31st Jan 2025 5:49pm
Unspoken words
wide blue sky- wide spread of green grass; silent sunrise; eyes awakened wide- upon nature's deep.... grasp;
soul yearns- so much- to detach- from its.... flesh covered bones of a.... "home".... its bed full of.... nerves.... its ocean of.... blood;
what.... does.... it really mean- to.... re-lax?
to.... soak in a pool.... full- of.... cool?....while- in a skin soothing sun joined with breeze of the wind?
while the sounds of the.... trees speak to.... lung's oxygen....
...
soul yearns- so much- to detach- from its.... flesh covered bones of a.... "home".... its bed full of.... nerves.... its ocean of.... blood;
what.... does.... it really mean- to.... re-lax?
to.... soak in a pool.... full- of.... cool?....while- in a skin soothing sun joined with breeze of the wind?
while the sounds of the.... trees speak to.... lung's oxygen....
...
#escape
#freedom
#philosophical
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
83 reads
wallyroo92
Bumped 28th Jan 2025 7:40pm
12th Sep 2019 1:01am
12th Sep 2019 1:01am
Immersed
Immersed
#travel
#freedom
#escape #reading
#escape #reading
807 reads
12 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 4:44pm
25th Jan 2025 4:44pm
Nuthin'
Nuthin'
Largely lost in lethargy
And able to act accordingly
Every energy eviscerating efficiency
Buying bleeding barnyard Barbary
Selling strings soaked in sophistry
living life like literal lunacy
candidly creating chaos casually
Making mountains move maliciously
fleeing fearless fiends for fantasy
proposing purpose pushed to periphery
every edifice eroding endlessly
End
Largely lost in lethargy
And able to act accordingly
Every energy eviscerating efficiency
Buying bleeding barnyard Barbary
Selling strings soaked in sophistry
living life like literal lunacy
candidly creating chaos casually
Making mountains move maliciously
fleeing fearless fiends for fantasy
proposing purpose pushed to periphery
every edifice eroding endlessly
End
#confusion
#emptiness
#escape #motivational
#escape #motivational
55 reads
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 1:09am
25th Jan 2025 1:09am
"free spirit" "trapped soul"
if life after death were a thing- it explains all the pain; how one's not in this thing for material gains;
how one feels everything to the point that it drives one insane;
if life after death were a thing- and I've been born once a again- different face- different whole everything- what mess that would be-what a cringe;
as I lay in my bed I just think- would've been better if I never had entered this.... thing that one wings- how I'd wish I had wings- and a place unlike earth where "death's" not a thing....
...
how one feels everything to the point that it drives one insane;
if life after death were a thing- and I've been born once a again- different face- different whole everything- what mess that would be-what a cringe;
as I lay in my bed I just think- would've been better if I never had entered this.... thing that one wings- how I'd wish I had wings- and a place unlike earth where "death's" not a thing....
...
#escape
#freedom
85 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 3:06am
24th Jan 2025 3:06am
"psychedelic" riddles
it's clear; outside my window- it's always raining out there; sometimes visitors appear in my dream; so what then happens?- get a load of this neat "jacket" I wear(being guarded)-from "the outside- out there"- though only in my dreams sometimes my arms are free....
sometimes I treat my dreams like- they're not even dreams; sometimes, I treat my dreams like i'm- still "out there"- in that pit of despair most call "reality"; where treatment truly would be needed for one's psyche....
behind the...
sometimes I treat my dreams like- they're not even dreams; sometimes, I treat my dreams like i'm- still "out there"- in that pit of despair most call "reality"; where treatment truly would be needed for one's psyche....
behind the...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
92 reads
Yousef_Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Yousef Alfil
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 6:28pm
22nd Jan 2025 6:28pm
MINE IS A GEN-Z
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z full of people who are bruised,
Dressed up in new love, but inside all used.
We hurt each other in search of relief,
And peace? Peace is finding someone who is new.
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z that believes in vengeance,
Tangled in some modern curse,
A cycle that we cannot escape.
Love isn't whole, but shattered fragments
That cut deeper with each attempt to heal.
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z that craves love, yet terrified to fall.
“Single, but happy, we say; still, our bodies say...
A Gen-Z full of people who are bruised,
Dressed up in new love, but inside all used.
We hurt each other in search of relief,
And peace? Peace is finding someone who is new.
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z that believes in vengeance,
Tangled in some modern curse,
A cycle that we cannot escape.
Love isn't whole, but shattered fragments
That cut deeper with each attempt to heal.
Mine is a Gen-Z,
A Gen-Z that craves love, yet terrified to fall.
“Single, but happy, we say; still, our bodies say...
#escape
#lies
#manipulation
#sadness
#teens
48 reads
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Damselinhandcuffs
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 5:31am
20th Jan 2025 5:31am
The Loneliest Constellation
How can one be so lonely from the beginning,
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
#escape
#LifeCycle
#relationships
#loneliness
#universe
69 reads
4 Comments
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