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.
Rjm
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 10:19pm
10th Jun 2019 10:19pm
Cleanse me
They say there is acid in the rain
But I don’t feel that
As I stare up at the sky
And feel it cleanse me
They say I’ll catch a chill
As water courses down
Rivers dripping from my hair
Soothing my bare chest
They say the water will drown me
But I welcome its rise
Waiting eagerly
To bathe in its fresh clarity
They say storms are dangerous
But I can't help but run to them
Embracing with open arms
Their wild freedom
They wish the rain would stop
But I want it to stay forever
To dance...
But I don’t feel that
As I stare up at the sky
And feel it cleanse me
They say I’ll catch a chill
As water courses down
Rivers dripping from my hair
Soothing my bare chest
They say the water will drown me
But I welcome its rise
Waiting eagerly
To bathe in its fresh clarity
They say storms are dangerous
But I can't help but run to them
Embracing with open arms
Their wild freedom
They wish the rain would stop
But I want it to stay forever
To dance...
#rain
#nature
#freedom
#redemption
#escape
32 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
31st May 2019 7:54pm
31st May 2019 7:54pm
The Stranger On The Train
fast moving carriage
empty mini-bar
the stranger doesn’t see or hear
just sits in a reverie
not daring to think
the mind wanders
the train tilts
comes to an abrupt halt
but the stranger barely notices
just glances at the empty cup
and sighs
empty mini-bar
the stranger doesn’t see or hear
just sits in a reverie
not daring to think
the mind wanders
the train tilts
comes to an abrupt halt
but the stranger barely notices
just glances at the empty cup
and sighs
#alcohol
#despair
#escape
39 reads
6 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
28th May 2019 3:50am
28th May 2019 3:50am
Sensitivity Readers
Getting free at night, misbehaving
On poetry forums because who’s
Ever going to find me out?
Expressing myself keeps me
From the dark depression that’s
Sitting right outside my door, that
Scurries away when I open it
What happened to the people that
Left and went on to other things?
Are they doing better, worse?
I get jealous when someone
Leaves. I think, how did they
Do it? Where are they going?
How did they luck out like that?
Now, something else infects your
Brain. Sobriety doesn’t get you laid. ...
On poetry forums because who’s
Ever going to find me out?
Expressing myself keeps me
From the dark depression that’s
Sitting right outside my door, that
Scurries away when I open it
What happened to the people that
Left and went on to other things?
Are they doing better, worse?
I get jealous when someone
Leaves. I think, how did they
Do it? Where are they going?
How did they luck out like that?
Now, something else infects your
Brain. Sobriety doesn’t get you laid. ...
#fate
#addiction
#freedom
#escape
#luck
84 reads
0 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
25th May 2019 00:29am
25th May 2019 00:29am
Wanderlust
how many lives have you lived?
how many times did you reinvent who you are to save yourself?
how many?
too many
she's lost count
the winds have shifted again
they are calling to her
she wonders how patient they will be this time
how long she can keep the windows locked
before they blow open
and she cannot resist the need to run
how many times did you reinvent who you are to save yourself?
how many?
too many
she's lost count
the winds have shifted again
they are calling to her
she wonders how patient they will be this time
how long she can keep the windows locked
before they blow open
and she cannot resist the need to run
#freedom
#escape
57 reads
6 Comments
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
24th May 2019 8:17pm
24th May 2019 8:17pm
Resting in Rockollow
Late May 2019
Flower of the day: Chive
Creature of the day: Wood pigeons courting
Church bells ring on the left,
Sparrow mothers sing from the manmade homes in our brickwork,
Cardoons peak out from nests of silver,
low sun is a satisfyingly blinding gold.
The Acer bleeds on high shading alyssum
in an ancient Moss covered trough,
where Alyssum ties the nerves of this garden together,
Seagull wings beat high above.
Washing still hangs resting on the Cherry,
the Sycamore still rests on the...
Flower of the day: Chive
Creature of the day: Wood pigeons courting
Church bells ring on the left,
Sparrow mothers sing from the manmade homes in our brickwork,
Cardoons peak out from nests of silver,
low sun is a satisfyingly blinding gold.
The Acer bleeds on high shading alyssum
in an ancient Moss covered trough,
where Alyssum ties the nerves of this garden together,
Seagull wings beat high above.
Washing still hangs resting on the Cherry,
the Sycamore still rests on the...
#nature
#escape
#philosophical
44 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th May 2019 6:53pm
24th May 2019 6:53pm
Wanted
#lust
#escape
#passion
283 reads
10 Comments
Losterodedsoul
Poem Published
20th May 2019 6:22am
20th May 2019 6:22am
Malignant creatures
This indecisive decision
Has become a great dilemma
Should I explore through my confusion
Or swallow your sweat saliva
Should I acknowledge your cruel intention
Or flow into a peaceful comma
Long ago while In bed I witnessed something dead inside you,
strange I said in dread
Did I imagine you change or was it in my head?
But through the turmoil I watched you shed
Your mortal coil when you impaled
your rusted dull dagger, further in deeper and farther
How clever it was of you my former lover
Even the echoing sound of your...
Has become a great dilemma
Should I explore through my confusion
Or swallow your sweat saliva
Should I acknowledge your cruel intention
Or flow into a peaceful comma
Long ago while In bed I witnessed something dead inside you,
strange I said in dread
Did I imagine you change or was it in my head?
But through the turmoil I watched you shed
Your mortal coil when you impaled
your rusted dull dagger, further in deeper and farther
How clever it was of you my former lover
Even the echoing sound of your...
#anger
#conflict
#betrayal
#escape
#disappointment
57 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th May 2019 10:58pm
19th May 2019 10:58pm
Rain, Rivers and Cascades
I must be dreaming,
I hear the rain outside my windows,
I can hear my kids screaming,
Enjoying the river as the water flows.
I hear a stream in the other room,
Cascades are falling through the walls,
It all seems so surreal so I assume,
The rivers runs rapidly through the halls.
So in between dream and fantasy,
I expect my bed to slowly drift me away,
Hearing splashing somewhere in reality,
But in this fond illusion I want to stay.
I can hear the water falling, rushing,
The trees are dancing in the cool breeze,...
I hear the rain outside my windows,
I can hear my kids screaming,
Enjoying the river as the water flows.
I hear a stream in the other room,
Cascades are falling through the walls,
It all seems so surreal so I assume,
The rivers runs rapidly through the halls.
So in between dream and fantasy,
I expect my bed to slowly drift me away,
Hearing splashing somewhere in reality,
But in this fond illusion I want to stay.
I can hear the water falling, rushing,
The trees are dancing in the cool breeze,...
#dreams
#nature
#funny
#sleep
#escape
77 reads
8 Comments
LadyLaura
Bumped 18th May 2019 2:49pm
31st Mar 2019 4:23pm
31st Mar 2019 4:23pm
Government Issued Recovery
It’s easy enough to say to get a grip
but you don’t know what it’s like to slip
after three months or after six
of keeping up my act
when the world around me starts to collapse
and I know that I’m grown
and I know I have to control how I react
but it doesn’t make a difference from the front to the back
or if I’m at the bottom this
kinda thing is considered common
and as long as we follow the lawmen
we aren’t considered a problem till you look at statistics
and suddenly life doesn’t look so optimistic
but the...
but you don’t know what it’s like to slip
after three months or after six
of keeping up my act
when the world around me starts to collapse
and I know that I’m grown
and I know I have to control how I react
but it doesn’t make a difference from the front to the back
or if I’m at the bottom this
kinda thing is considered common
and as long as we follow the lawmen
we aren’t considered a problem till you look at statistics
and suddenly life doesn’t look so optimistic
but the...
#politics
#drugs
#lyrics
#addiction
#escape
138 reads
3 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
14th May 2019 2:22pm
14th May 2019 2:22pm
temporary permanence
I thought about you today
don't know why
just one of those momentary pauses
catching you off guard
when reality stumbles to a halt
and memories arise
it must have been that bird
so robustly singing on his unseen perch
made me suddenly see our hidden pocket of heaven
at the back end of Irma's garden
it was the only place we could go
to escape her constant talking
and we sought it often
our miniature forest
sheltering us
two damaged souls
do you remember the faerie realm we imagined?
the smell...
don't know why
just one of those momentary pauses
catching you off guard
when reality stumbles to a halt
and memories arise
it must have been that bird
so robustly singing on his unseen perch
made me suddenly see our hidden pocket of heaven
at the back end of Irma's garden
it was the only place we could go
to escape her constant talking
and we sought it often
our miniature forest
sheltering us
two damaged souls
do you remember the faerie realm we imagined?
the smell...
#friendship
#fairies
#memories #escape
#memories #escape
83 reads
7 Comments
katydidnot
Poem Published
12th May 2019 2:20am
12th May 2019 2:20am
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prisoner you come
by instinct
from quarters of bunks
and boxes
you come
freed by rough
keys of your making
you come
through the thighs
in the bars of my legs
you slip
cradling a breast
and jingling
in shackles and ankles
you come
with a line of black numbers
tattooed on your chest
and bind me
in silken scarfs
by instinct
from quarters of bunks
and boxes
you come
freed by rough
keys of your making
you come
through the thighs
in the bars of my legs
you slip
cradling a breast
and jingling
in shackles and ankles
you come
with a line of black numbers
tattooed on your chest
and bind me
in silken scarfs
#escape
142 reads
9 Comments
xmar82
Poem Published
11th May 2019 3:58am
11th May 2019 3:58am
Sail away
Abandon your fear
Grasp the winds and sail away
Into your future
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Grasp the winds and sail away
Into your future
(C) 2019 Xmar82 All Rights Reserved
#escape
36 reads
2 Comments
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