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.
cabcool
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 4:45am
6th Jul 2020 4:45am
INKlings15
♪INKling No15—freedom♪
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is
freedom from fear.—Aung San Suu Kyi
the body chained doth not the spirit fetter
the muse of pain excels to groom you better
than can the leisure of malaise
or pleasures of undaunted days
my manumission
compromises
the gains of dark
imperial crises
take then this clay
for your mean oven
and burnish it
till it is proven
thus liberate me with the smoke
my freedom you cannot revoke
the body...
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is
freedom from fear.—Aung San Suu Kyi
the body chained doth not the spirit fetter
the muse of pain excels to groom you better
than can the leisure of malaise
or pleasures of undaunted days
my manumission
compromises
the gains of dark
imperial crises
take then this clay
for your mean oven
and burnish it
till it is proven
thus liberate me with the smoke
my freedom you cannot revoke
the body...
#spiritual
#freedom
#escape #rebellion
#escape #rebellion
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1 Comment
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
The Dreamer
She dreams of houses in the hills,
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
#happiness
#dreams
#memories
#escape
#nostalgia
83 reads
15 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 12:03pm
3rd Jul 2020 12:03pm
Out-Foxings
Felonious loneliness is a fox
ever prowling, stealing away
whatever minute opportunity
is afforded in this world
by clocks in midnight crisis
shooting blank pages
with their Twelve gauge rifles
Time is of the essence then
I must be a hawk in the rain
pivoting upon winds in moments
watershed from feathered fowling
gliding sleek, beating my wings
If necessary, seeking new roosting
Never a lousy grouse henhoused
for Free Ranged is the way to go
And if you...
ever prowling, stealing away
whatever minute opportunity
is afforded in this world
by clocks in midnight crisis
shooting blank pages
with their Twelve gauge rifles
Time is of the essence then
I must be a hawk in the rain
pivoting upon winds in moments
watershed from feathered fowling
gliding sleek, beating my wings
If necessary, seeking new roosting
Never a lousy grouse henhoused
for Free Ranged is the way to go
And if you...
#WritingPoetry
#MovingOn
#escape #TedHughes
#escape #TedHughes
59 reads
9 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 6:09am
3rd Jul 2020 6:09am
birdlife
Birdlife matters: God sees the tiny sparrow where it falls.
Black lives matter: God hears the bruised, the broken, when he calls.—cab
nor shall you hear my song,
you infidel,
though all my days prolong
you in this hell.
no descant shall be formed
upon my tongue
though all my sense were charmed
and from me flung.
this caged bird does not sing
to entertain
the likes of prince or king
or chamberlain;
may silence me consume
till I am dead,
before, in this dark room,
your ears are fed.
what...
Black lives matter: God hears the bruised, the broken, when he calls.—cab
nor shall you hear my song,
you infidel,
though all my days prolong
you in this hell.
no descant shall be formed
upon my tongue
though all my sense were charmed
and from me flung.
this caged bird does not sing
to entertain
the likes of prince or king
or chamberlain;
may silence me consume
till I am dead,
before, in this dark room,
your ears are fed.
what...
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#prison
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
25 reads
1 Comment
0UTPUT_a_AURA
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 3:34am
3rd Jul 2020 3:34am
Picasso
I made you into art
Pretty little Picasso
Hanging on my wall
Perfect scenery for me,
Obscene and impossible
Stolen so I painted an imposter
Replacement when I lost her
All I wanted was to ask
Can we wake up at noon
Forget the plans, we’re supposed to do
Can we stay up till 2
Nothing open, laying next to you
stay in bed , fake fight, call truce
Because there’s Nothing,
more important than you
Asked if you love me
said im so sorry
Asked if I make her feel lonely
Told me not to...
Pretty little Picasso
Hanging on my wall
Perfect scenery for me,
Obscene and impossible
Stolen so I painted an imposter
Replacement when I lost her
All I wanted was to ask
Can we wake up at noon
Forget the plans, we’re supposed to do
Can we stay up till 2
Nothing open, laying next to you
stay in bed , fake fight, call truce
Because there’s Nothing,
more important than you
Asked if you love me
said im so sorry
Asked if I make her feel lonely
Told me not to...
#escape
#hypocrisy
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession
#deception
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cabcool
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 2:23am
30th Jun 2020 2:23am
cagesong
inches
of mesh
my continent,
pinches
of flesh
my discontent.
my walls refuse
to kill me,
my falls bemuse
and thrill thee.
i dash against
the ceiling,
such high restraints
me reeling;
hoping,
one day,
to findflight-rest,
moping
dismay
my night-time test.
birdcage abuse
distills me
of all the muse
that fills me;
a narrow path
my broadway,
a bloody bath
the hard way.
verses
that long
to make me sing—
curses ...
of mesh
my continent,
pinches
of flesh
my discontent.
my walls refuse
to kill me,
my falls bemuse
and thrill thee.
i dash against
the ceiling,
such high restraints
me reeling;
hoping,
one day,
to findflight-rest,
moping
dismay
my night-time test.
birdcage abuse
distills me
of all the muse
that fills me;
a narrow path
my broadway,
a bloody bath
the hard way.
verses
that long
to make me sing—
curses ...
#oppression
#birds
#nature
#freedom
#escape
36 reads
6 Comments
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 12:37pm
23rd Jun 2020 12:37pm
Freedom star.
Wet sand underfoot.
Sad, sorrow bleeding.
An endless walk.
Foot steps washed away.
Each wave crushing existence.
In silence a harmful decay continues.
Breaking slowly all self composure.
Black clouds frame the sky.
Raw eyes glaze over.
Memories hold spiritual hurts.
Be careful what you wish for.
Your god may want far far more.
Religion is the habit of tradition.
Forward into swirling surf.
Letting go of this spinning earth.
Closure for the years of battle.
Splitting the sky to see why. ...
Sad, sorrow bleeding.
An endless walk.
Foot steps washed away.
Each wave crushing existence.
In silence a harmful decay continues.
Breaking slowly all self composure.
Black clouds frame the sky.
Raw eyes glaze over.
Memories hold spiritual hurts.
Be careful what you wish for.
Your god may want far far more.
Religion is the habit of tradition.
Forward into swirling surf.
Letting go of this spinning earth.
Closure for the years of battle.
Splitting the sky to see why. ...
#escape
31 reads
2 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2020 9:12am
22nd Jun 2020 9:12am
Raspberry Barry
Gonna taunt you baby
gonna wave it in your face
can you feel it burnin
that's my foot up your disgrace
Feel that pride death stinging
as it claws its way down
to the basement, baby
where i wear my crown
I'm the Queen of Ashes
I'm the Sultress of Bone
and you may call me Alice
but there's no way home
And I dream of genies
should I free their name
when the gods caused mayhem
and cried tears of shame
In my realm of conquest
where no angels tread
I can bear true witness
to all...
gonna wave it in your face
can you feel it burnin
that's my foot up your disgrace
Feel that pride death stinging
as it claws its way down
to the basement, baby
where i wear my crown
I'm the Queen of Ashes
I'm the Sultress of Bone
and you may call me Alice
but there's no way home
And I dream of genies
should I free their name
when the gods caused mayhem
and cried tears of shame
In my realm of conquest
where no angels tread
I can bear true witness
to all...
#rhyming
#freedom
#escape
82 reads
16 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 7:16pm
21st Jun 2020 7:16pm
If Only (I Could Fly)
Hello there, Mr. Bluebird!
How nice of you to visit me—
As you perch for a fleeting moment,
On the branch of a sweet gum tree.
I close my eyes and feel the wind
Blowing gently through my hair;
And wish that I could fly away,
So high into the air.
I'd fly so far away from here,
To a place where no one knows—
By the time they found I'd disappeared,
Oh, how far I will have flown!
I'd feel the wind beneath my wings,
And sing until my heart explodes.
I'd gather up a thousand strings,
To build myself a...
How nice of you to visit me—
As you perch for a fleeting moment,
On the branch of a sweet gum tree.
I close my eyes and feel the wind
Blowing gently through my hair;
And wish that I could fly away,
So high into the air.
I'd fly so far away from here,
To a place where no one knows—
By the time they found I'd disappeared,
Oh, how far I will have flown!
I'd feel the wind beneath my wings,
And sing until my heart explodes.
I'd gather up a thousand strings,
To build myself a...
#sadness
#birds
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
123 reads
16 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
12th Jun 2020 2:24pm
12th Jun 2020 2:24pm
Anything
Believing unable
to be in my own skin
unwelcome sensation
where I begin
Grabbing onto anything
to ease anxiety
I cannot face
daily uncertainty
Ambiguity of the present
far too much to bear
escape is my solution
protection I wear
always seeking something else
numbing my existence
observer of the world
yet only from a distance
Viability was halted
far too long ago
dodging reality
withdraw is all I know
to be in my own skin
unwelcome sensation
where I begin
Grabbing onto anything
to ease anxiety
I cannot face
daily uncertainty
Ambiguity of the present
far too much to bear
escape is my solution
protection I wear
always seeking something else
numbing my existence
observer of the world
yet only from a distance
Viability was halted
far too long ago
dodging reality
withdraw is all I know
#addiction
#escape
63 reads
6 Comments
Seeher
CanUSeeher
CanUSeeher
Poem Published
11th Jun 2020 11:27pm
11th Jun 2020 11:27pm
Free spirit
Wind bristling through my hair
My eyes closed, my lungs savouring the fresh air
Feet in the salty water,
I can almost feel the ocean whispering,'Come my daughter '
Here I am alone, beneath the dark sky
On the sandy beach contentedly I lie
Staring at the stars so beautiful and so high
No reason to weep, no reason to cry
I can almost feel my majestic wings
Ready to pop out to let me join the kings
The rulers of the night with their enchanting hoot
If only I could discover the treasure Night brings
Still I...
My eyes closed, my lungs savouring the fresh air
Feet in the salty water,
I can almost feel the ocean whispering,'Come my daughter '
Here I am alone, beneath the dark sky
On the sandy beach contentedly I lie
Staring at the stars so beautiful and so high
No reason to weep, no reason to cry
I can almost feel my majestic wings
Ready to pop out to let me join the kings
The rulers of the night with their enchanting hoot
If only I could discover the treasure Night brings
Still I...
#escape
80 reads
13 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 7:10pm
8th Jun 2020 7:10pm
Dream and nightmare
Dreams of a name that people remember
Crossing the Delaware midst of December
Only one stall for the traveling vendor
Heat so hot it burns coal into ember
A snowy trek with no way back
A footstep seen but not the track
The moon is here, the sky is black
I set the fire, I light the match
I lay to rest my head
Mark my way for up ahead
Close my eyes but I do dread
One mistake and then I'm dead
The sounds of men that are in pain
The constant thumping in my brain
The constant clanking of souls in...
Crossing the Delaware midst of December
Only one stall for the traveling vendor
Heat so hot it burns coal into ember
A snowy trek with no way back
A footstep seen but not the track
The moon is here, the sky is black
I set the fire, I light the match
I lay to rest my head
Mark my way for up ahead
Close my eyes but I do dread
One mistake and then I'm dead
The sounds of men that are in pain
The constant thumping in my brain
The constant clanking of souls in...
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#FeelingLost
#escape
#determination
32 reads
0 Comments
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