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.
Lothbrok
Poem Published
Today 9:09pm
Today 9:09pm
Lies
I don't like apologies
It reminds me of all the lies you've said to me
I can smile at a disaster scene
But cower when I hear someone say they love me
I swallow every poison given to me so gleefully
But I'm one concerned talk away from breaking down easily
Love is a weapon that leads us to a coffin
Practice makes perfect
But I've failed all too often
It reminds me of all the lies you've said to me
I can smile at a disaster scene
But cower when I hear someone say they love me
I swallow every poison given to me so gleefully
But I'm one concerned talk away from breaking down easily
Love is a weapon that leads us to a coffin
Practice makes perfect
But I've failed all too often
#regret
#rejection
#heartbroken
#escape
#disappointment
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Peanut
Poem Published
Today 6:08pm
Today 6:08pm
Purpose
To light a candle
turn out the lights
sip on java
in the flickering night
Soak in a hot tub
spash lavender bubbles
on the floor
gaze at the stars through
the open door
Run through a rose garden
in silence
imaginary feelings
play it back in colourful
slow motion
Stop, stare at Daisies
listen for bees
buzzing towards
the pollen beds
birds nesting in trees
Free children
from the war
their parents left
at the foot
of the family...
turn out the lights
sip on java
in the flickering night
Soak in a hot tub
spash lavender bubbles
on the floor
gaze at the stars through
the open door
Run through a rose garden
in silence
imaginary feelings
play it back in colourful
slow motion
Stop, stare at Daisies
listen for bees
buzzing towards
the pollen beds
birds nesting in trees
Free children
from the war
their parents left
at the foot
of the family...
#identity
#freedom
#escape
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 7:27pm
26th Jan 2020 7:27pm
He Said, Release Me from the Governor
Outside the prison walls
lights burn brightly
in the city of art
planted in the valley
of reflective serenity
a glorious reservoir
for gardens of love
and farms of
fruitful invention
Sr. Stress Preócupado
warden for all
desperate and depressed
sees to the essential
bars of confusion
and total shutdown
to keep his prisoners
Until they finally
storm the place
by trials of fire
at last, set free!
lights burn brightly
in the city of art
planted in the valley
of reflective serenity
a glorious reservoir
for gardens of love
and farms of
fruitful invention
Sr. Stress Preócupado
warden for all
desperate and depressed
sees to the essential
bars of confusion
and total shutdown
to keep his prisoners
Until they finally
storm the place
by trials of fire
at last, set free!
#escape
23 reads
1 Comment
Brian_Riley96
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 3:36pm
23rd Jan 2020 3:36pm
A weight lifted
The energy that once filled my body with vigor has long subsided.
The only pump I get is my heart beating against my rib cage like a tidal wave.
Struggling, as do I, to wrack the weight.
Don't get me started on these legs that tumble beneath me as I run.
Where once I ran marathons I now stumble like a man well spirited.
Lately the only laps I've ran have been to the refrigerator.
I stand as I watch my body fall into disrepair.
motivation has been replaced with a day of rest.
Sometimes it isn't just...
The only pump I get is my heart beating against my rib cage like a tidal wave.
Struggling, as do I, to wrack the weight.
Don't get me started on these legs that tumble beneath me as I run.
Where once I ran marathons I now stumble like a man well spirited.
Lately the only laps I've ran have been to the refrigerator.
I stand as I watch my body fall into disrepair.
motivation has been replaced with a day of rest.
Sometimes it isn't just...
#escape
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 1:01pm
23rd Jan 2020 1:01pm
a contemplating soul
one's soul just simply wants to leave this body, not some sort of legacy; one's soul would like to know without doubt that there's guarantee one's soul itself won't entirely cease;
honestly; the only thing that keeps one's soul bound by gravity, is the fear of the possibility of no longer experiencing some form of being-preferably as free and aware energy;
no longer bound to earth's gravity; no longer weighed down by this image known as human being;
there is no "easy" way to exit; the door is always there for me; most times...
honestly; the only thing that keeps one's soul bound by gravity, is the fear of the possibility of no longer experiencing some form of being-preferably as free and aware energy;
no longer bound to earth's gravity; no longer weighed down by this image known as human being;
there is no "easy" way to exit; the door is always there for me; most times...
#spiritual
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
40 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 3:50pm
20th Jan 2020 3:50pm
My sky
Night brings stars and moon
Day brings sun to refesh my temple
Jet trails cut its mantle
That canopy blue
Come aspirations
In the minds hot air ballons
Wing to the sky
Untied tangents fly
Day brings sun to refesh my temple
Jet trails cut its mantle
That canopy blue
Come aspirations
In the minds hot air ballons
Wing to the sky
Untied tangents fly
#freedom
#escape
25 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 2:45pm
19th Jan 2020 2:45pm
Gyroscope Don't Gyrate Any(No)More, (Not Now)
maybe someday
somewhere ( Down the Line),
a
bit of peace
will be
possible, possible
for a part
of a day,
( a partial piece of peace)
will be
possible, possible for
a partial day.
Just a part, a piece, an hour (or two),
and we'll stare at the stars in the great...
somewhere ( Down the Line),
a
bit of peace
will be
possible, possible
for a part
of a day,
( a partial piece of peace)
will be
possible, possible for
a partial day.
Just a part, a piece, an hour (or two),
and we'll stare at the stars in the great...
#alcohol
#drugs
#addiction
#freedom
#escape
75 reads
8 Comments
Nicole96
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 5:39am
19th Jan 2020 5:39am
The Vortex
On hallowed ground I walk, unphased by those who came before me
Unafraid of what lies ahead, terrified of the ghosts walking behind me.
Time is frozen, but the days keep going by
Maybe I’m just frozen, eclipsed by the beautiful lie
That every road leads to somewhere you’ve never been
But maybe this road is a vortex, banishing me back to where I’ve already been.
Humbled and proud, which will be my demise?
Am I too proud to look my weakness in the eyes?
Or will my insignificance cause me to fade
Into the dust where all my dreams are laid....
Unafraid of what lies ahead, terrified of the ghosts walking behind me.
Time is frozen, but the days keep going by
Maybe I’m just frozen, eclipsed by the beautiful lie
That every road leads to somewhere you’ve never been
But maybe this road is a vortex, banishing me back to where I’ve already been.
Humbled and proud, which will be my demise?
Am I too proud to look my weakness in the eyes?
Or will my insignificance cause me to fade
Into the dust where all my dreams are laid....
#strength
#dreams
#escape
#acceptance
#determination
59 reads
6 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 2:03am
19th Jan 2020 2:03am
temporary pleasures
bbq glazed, perfectly made marinated beef ribs on a plate; salt in peppered mashed potatoes; not too creamy macaroni, yams, collards, or string beans every night would be nice;
binge eating is quite a delight; the way to a heart is through a stomach that's never satisfied (lol); chicken that's fried, coconut custard pie;
massage exchanges throughout most of the night; good genuine vibes; that all sounds nice; apparently that's not quite what life's like....
binge eating is quite a delight; the way to a heart is through a stomach that's never satisfied (lol); chicken that's fried, coconut custard pie;
massage exchanges throughout most of the night; good genuine vibes; that all sounds nice; apparently that's not quite what life's like....
#peace
#food
#funny
#heaven
#escape
39 reads
1 Comment
Shaman
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 11:34pm
17th Jan 2020 11:34pm
Houdini
awake
at 3:37 a.m.
i'm starved
with bloodshot eyes
he's asleep
too young to understand
i am not willing
to try this
alone
in the darkness
i can safely forget
i have work in two hours
and it's her fucking weekend
at 3:37 a.m.
i'm starved
with bloodshot eyes
he's asleep
too young to understand
i am not willing
to try this
alone
in the darkness
i can safely forget
i have work in two hours
and it's her fucking weekend
#addiction
#escape
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missjem56
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 11:20pm
17th Jan 2020 11:20pm
Before London
Before London
only half an hour
before i escape the captivity
of this tubular cage
then released
into the brickwork jungle
down the throat of London
where consumers
are consumed.
the return journey
is like London
regurgitating me
i have at least escaped!
only half an hour
before i escape the captivity
of this tubular cage
then released
into the brickwork jungle
down the throat of London
where consumers
are consumed.
the return journey
is like London
regurgitating me
i have at least escaped!
#city
#travel
#escape
18 reads
1 Comment
Tenderloin
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 3:58am
17th Jan 2020 3:58am
In The Span of Flight
There were times
when I would float
like a runaway balloon
escaping the herd
bopping along
silently
waiting for someone
to reel me in
with a quick tug
of the attached string
to claim temporary ownership
of this restless spirit
until properly deflated.
when I would float
like a runaway balloon
escaping the herd
bopping along
silently
waiting for someone
to reel me in
with a quick tug
of the attached string
to claim temporary ownership
of this restless spirit
until properly deflated.
#SelfReflection
#escape
#disappointment #rebellion
#disappointment #rebellion
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4 Comments
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