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.
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Poem Published
Today 3:34am
Today 3:34am
Grey
Childhood bliss,
Hiding under blankets
In a dark night
Soon the covers would be taken
Just for spite.
Unknown to hate,
A small sprout
Sheltered by trees
I miss those days when we'd run around
as we pleased.
Childhood was forgiving,
Childhood was free.
Childhood was less than rent now for me.
Now it's all different
What colors?
They refract and bend.
It seems this harsh reality won't end.
What once was radiant,
is now grey
And the children are filled with dismay
Because that's...
Hiding under blankets
In a dark night
Soon the covers would be taken
Just for spite.
Unknown to hate,
A small sprout
Sheltered by trees
I miss those days when we'd run around
as we pleased.
Childhood was forgiving,
Childhood was free.
Childhood was less than rent now for me.
Now it's all different
What colors?
They refract and bend.
It seems this harsh reality won't end.
What once was radiant,
is now grey
And the children are filled with dismay
Because that's...
#aging
#childhood
#escape #oppression
#escape #oppression
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 5:32am
2nd Mar 2025 5:32am
The only gods this road has ever known
On a dark and lonely highway
destination unknown
my company are the ghosts
haunting the open road
High beams challenging
the painted white line
engine fighting for every mile
rock music, burning oil, and wind
are the only gods this road has ever known
In the rear view mirror
my sins fall behind
laying scattered across the center divide
it's hasta la vista and sayonara
but enough is enough and now I'm free
Stuck in a one horse town
rings all burnt and head gasket blown ...
destination unknown
my company are the ghosts
haunting the open road
High beams challenging
the painted white line
engine fighting for every mile
rock music, burning oil, and wind
are the only gods this road has ever known
In the rear view mirror
my sins fall behind
laying scattered across the center divide
it's hasta la vista and sayonara
but enough is enough and now I'm free
Stuck in a one horse town
rings all burnt and head gasket blown ...
#escape
#freedom
#love
60 reads
2 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 5:59pm
24th Feb 2025 5:59pm
I run from gentle hands. II
I run from gentle hands
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
They pry you open
Examine every secret locked in your bones
They claim it's love, but you feel utterly exposed
I run from gentle hands
They say you'll only feel a pinch
As they slip, and your mouth is stitched
Gentle hands grip me harder than
Hard course hands I find sharp knives in
Gentle hands bind you, claiming you're too wild
These same gentle hands crucified the perfect child
I run from gentle hands
Because gentle hands don't gently understand
#abuse
#despair
#escape
#lies
#misunderstood
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 9:48am
24th Feb 2025 9:48am
"Dream world" vs "Waking world"
sometimes the "dream world" is where I'd like to be; there's this chance that "favor" is granted almost automatically;
even though within the "dream world"-aspects of the "waking world" more or less bleeds within the lines- of the blurry fantasy;
the "waking world"(madness dressed in illusion)is mostly a harsh reality- filled with peaks and valleys- storms consistent of bricks and stones- guaranteed damage to the psyche(though we wonder why...
even though within the "dream world"-aspects of the "waking world" more or less bleeds within the lines- of the blurry fantasy;
the "waking world"(madness dressed in illusion)is mostly a harsh reality- filled with peaks and valleys- storms consistent of bricks and stones- guaranteed damage to the psyche(though we wonder why...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical #LifeCycle
#philosophical #LifeCycle
90 reads
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 9:05pm
19th Feb 2025 9:05pm
"was never here...."
sound asleep- there's no trace of "me"; a glimpse of an abyss- of eternity; was never here- but let's pretend i was- i truly never cared to "play the game" of- how long could one stay above- the ground and reasonably sane....
truths or dares- hide and seeks- conversations with an idea of at least one imaginary entity- about how could this all be? starting with the family tree....
.... asking questions to the entity- like why and what is this all for? most waking moments i want that path of least resistance-light with ease...
truths or dares- hide and seeks- conversations with an idea of at least one imaginary entity- about how could this all be? starting with the family tree....
.... asking questions to the entity- like why and what is this all for? most waking moments i want that path of least resistance-light with ease...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 9:47pm
17th Feb 2025 9:47pm
Living in denial
Your words say everything I need to hear
A cutting remark disguised with a hug
Is almost too much to bare
There used to be love
Where contempt now resides
I try my best but nothing I do is right
Where do we go from here
We're both in lost worlds
With no escape route clear
A slap in the face stings for awhile
But living in misery
Is just life wasted, living in denial
A cutting remark disguised with a hug
Is almost too much to bare
There used to be love
Where contempt now resides
I try my best but nothing I do is right
Where do we go from here
We're both in lost worlds
With no escape route clear
A slap in the face stings for awhile
But living in misery
Is just life wasted, living in denial
#conflict
#deception
#escape
#lies
#sadness
65 reads
4 Comments
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:35pm
14th Feb 2025 5:35pm
Intelligence of nature
nature knows best
accept the easy path, yet do not rest
be a rock, carved in the stream
let life rip you apart
& rejoice, once again
Kamaloca, on and off
time quickens, as it must.
all the bars
to them prison cells
been left unlocked
a beacon for the moth
Step out side, ride the night,
wild and raw, unthinking,
deconstruct time
let loose, your mind.
accept the easy path, yet do not rest
be a rock, carved in the stream
let life rip you apart
& rejoice, once again
Kamaloca, on and off
time quickens, as it must.
all the bars
to them prison cells
been left unlocked
a beacon for the moth
Step out side, ride the night,
wild and raw, unthinking,
deconstruct time
let loose, your mind.
#escape
#freedom
#nature
#sex
#water
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 2:45am
13th Feb 2025 2:45am
Rode Hard And Put Away Wet
She was standing there caught red handed
Grasping at straws
At the end of her rope
Burning the midnight oil
I was in the same boat
Looking at turning over a new leaf
But I was caught between a rock and a hard place Ready to throw in the towel
I approached her to break the ice
She said it would cost an arm and a leg
So I decided to bite the bullet
And we hit the sack
That's when she let the cat out of the bag ...
Grasping at straws
At the end of her rope
Burning the midnight oil
I was in the same boat
Looking at turning over a new leaf
But I was caught between a rock and a hard place Ready to throw in the towel
I approached her to break the ice
She said it would cost an arm and a leg
So I decided to bite the bullet
And we hit the sack
That's when she let the cat out of the bag ...
#escape
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 10:43am
10th Feb 2025 10:43am
Green House
I am one- one out of the not so many-
that sees, & feels deeply the illusion- the dead end;
every waking moment- this "some-body"-
housing a flickery flame flighty energy;
buried alive while at the same time within as well as extension of the "belly of the beast....
no wings to fly away- weighed down by the force of gravity;
a "greenhouse", is the one and only dream-that
one's soul encased in this fleshy machine seeks;
Ideally the best quality of endless weed-
to take...
that sees, & feels deeply the illusion- the dead end;
every waking moment- this "some-body"-
housing a flickery flame flighty energy;
buried alive while at the same time within as well as extension of the "belly of the beast....
no wings to fly away- weighed down by the force of gravity;
a "greenhouse", is the one and only dream-that
one's soul encased in this fleshy machine seeks;
Ideally the best quality of endless weed-
to take...
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical
#marijuana
108 reads
rksingh
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 1:27pm
8th Feb 2025 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
95 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
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