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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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
Today 1:55pm
Today 1:55pm
GOLDEN MOMENTS
Silence provides allowances of thoughts unconceived
Those moments when our torment takes a reprieve
Solace away from malice gives us chances to breathe
Granting us with opportunities to properly grieve
A period of leave away from the day to day hustle
Allowing us to regain strength in our mental muscle
A detachment from life's excrement like a corpuscle
Rejuvenating our psyches to prepare for more tussles
Those moments when our torment takes a reprieve
Solace away from malice gives us chances to breathe
Granting us with opportunities to properly grieve
A period of leave away from the day to day hustle
Allowing us to regain strength in our mental muscle
A detachment from life's excrement like a corpuscle
Rejuvenating our psyches to prepare for more tussles
#grief
#silence
#peace
#escape
#NaPoWriMo2021
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DaryaWaters
Darya Waters
Darya Waters
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 1:10pm
7th Apr 2021 1:10pm
TO FLY - BUT FOR A SECOND
Running at a brisk
But by no means fast pace
My legs carry me forward
Rather than following a route or trail
I choose to run West, as far as I can before I lose my wind.
Upon reaching the curb of a 3-way stop,
Feeling adventurous I spring into the air
And suddenly, time halts.
For a moment
For an instance
The rhythmic pulse of rubber
On concrete is silenced.
I am suspended
Superimposed
Above the ground.
My shadow is still
A momentary tableaux
And for that second I am free.
...
But by no means fast pace
My legs carry me forward
Rather than following a route or trail
I choose to run West, as far as I can before I lose my wind.
Upon reaching the curb of a 3-way stop,
Feeling adventurous I spring into the air
And suddenly, time halts.
For a moment
For an instance
The rhythmic pulse of rubber
On concrete is silenced.
I am suspended
Superimposed
Above the ground.
My shadow is still
A momentary tableaux
And for that second I am free.
...
#strength
#wind
#freedom
#sports
#escape
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2 Comments
BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 11:21pm
6th Apr 2021 11:21pm
velvet blue
blue skies
whisper,
ancient pages
consumed
with
your thoughts,
like climbing
blue waves
edged with
sunlight,
refreshed now
calling
to me,
i can find
all
the freedom
as i
race
to you
on the wind.
whisper,
ancient pages
consumed
with
your thoughts,
like climbing
blue waves
edged with
sunlight,
refreshed now
calling
to me,
i can find
all
the freedom
as i
race
to you
on the wind.
#happiness
#dreams
#uplifting
#escape
#healing
48 reads
8 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 4:22pm
31st Mar 2021 4:22pm
www.deadinside.com(what I'd like to do at the end of the world....)
if boredom could kill; I'm dead a million times over....
whether or not I'm sober; there's no "files" worth while in my folder....
I'd like to down a whole bottle of whiskey, while on a roller coaster....
then eat out the buffet till I'm full and rolling over(lol)....
then hit a hotel room sleep in, just to wake up and do it again; perhaps meet a "special friend"; new day with a different spin....
whether or not I'm sober; there's no "files" worth while in my folder....
I'd like to down a whole bottle of whiskey, while on a roller coaster....
then eat out the buffet till I'm full and rolling over(lol)....
then hit a hotel room sleep in, just to wake up and do it again; perhaps meet a "special friend"; new day with a different spin....
#funny
#freedom
#escape #boredom
#escape #boredom
30 reads
2 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 3:30pm
31st Mar 2021 3:30pm
vantage/vanish point
what if life were just an ongoing slideshow; and we're just making a point to make a point....
that never really gets us no where....and never truly will, other than to keep the show going....
the "film directors" and "everyday people" and the "stages"....on and on and on....
the contract which I haven't signed; I decline; to be a "star" in someone else's show(nor at all); and the illusion that it's my own....
it's unfortunate that I'm here now....
I exist...
that never really gets us no where....and never truly will, other than to keep the show going....
the "film directors" and "everyday people" and the "stages"....on and on and on....
the contract which I haven't signed; I decline; to be a "star" in someone else's show(nor at all); and the illusion that it's my own....
it's unfortunate that I'm here now....
I exist...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 8:06am
31st Mar 2021 8:06am
Music Played
music played,
vibrating
into
crushed
black velvet
nightness,
songs trickling
over hot souls,
eyes silent
her body
moving,
wrapped
in
her favorite
songs.
vibrating
into
crushed
black velvet
nightness,
songs trickling
over hot souls,
eyes silent
her body
moving,
wrapped
in
her favorite
songs.
#happiness
#strength
#dreams
#uplifting
#escape
35 reads
10 Comments
zXooXz
Poem Published
29th Mar 2021 8:27am
29th Mar 2021 8:27am
Insatiable Want
To much a disguise to such material eyes, a miracle to realize the deception of those real lies. Enticingly distracted by insatiable want, no wisdom to consider from the schools I've been taught, drip-by-drip beginning to haunt. Trickle by trickle to tickle my path, ever do i stumble towards a doomsday of wrath, how does the good fight of faith still find reasons to laugh? Caught up in the curiosity of illuminosity without shining the light i already possess, blissfully oblivious to the depths I obsess. Economic enslavement plaguing my mind, hypnotic entertainment playing me blind to...
#SelfReflection
#escape
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theyrejustwords
Poem Published
25th Mar 2021 8:33pm
25th Mar 2021 8:33pm
cables
the gentle rumble of the car
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my mom’s elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
there’s a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.
the leather seats are cold.
but I’m the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.
slowly
as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.
below the sun’s reach I’m
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my mom’s elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
there’s a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.
the leather seats are cold.
but I’m the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.
slowly
as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.
below the sun’s reach I’m
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
#childhood
#sky
#cars
#escape
#nostalgia
31 reads
4 Comments
Backmomentarily
Poem Published
24th Mar 2021 4:50am
24th Mar 2021 4:50am
Escape
Learning to vacate the language that keeps me bound voiceless
I scream with no one to hear me there.
My wings were flapping inside this cage now known as a body; much in the same way as a bird in a confined space learns to be uncaptured.
Looking to shed plumage like rules for how one should live.
Needing to simply escape modern man.
I scream with no one to hear me there.
My wings were flapping inside this cage now known as a body; much in the same way as a bird in a confined space learns to be uncaptured.
Looking to shed plumage like rules for how one should live.
Needing to simply escape modern man.
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#metaphor
45 reads
2 Comments
juliagkrimmel
daisygirl
daisygirl
Poem Published
20th Mar 2021 4:49am
20th Mar 2021 4:49am
invisible bruises
it's the type of pain
that doesn't show up in
painted splotches
of red and purple
or blue on your body
it's the hurt that infringes
your innermost mind
that changes how you think
or how you act
living in fear
because of their words
it affects your heart
no longer able to love
how you are constantly
scared of what your heart says
because of what they had always said
their words, hurtful then
still stigning now
etched into your brain and skin
telling you your every...
that doesn't show up in
painted splotches
of red and purple
or blue on your body
it's the hurt that infringes
your innermost mind
that changes how you think
or how you act
living in fear
because of their words
it affects your heart
no longer able to love
how you are constantly
scared of what your heart says
because of what they had always said
their words, hurtful then
still stigning now
etched into your brain and skin
telling you your every...
#abuse
#TimeHeals
#escape
#hurt
#manipulation
57 reads
4 Comments
anewpoet
William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 00:34am
19th Mar 2021 00:34am
A Love Affair Gone Sour
Oh yeah I broke the rules
when it comes to Love
when I fell for you I was
even thinking you had fell
for me oh yeah I know
that is what I get when
I should have forgot all
about Loving you but a
lot of times a man will
lose all control and do
things that won't go well
for him when it comes
to Love yeah that's how
it goes and he will never
learn a thing he will
always get over it and do
it once again when he can
when it comes to Love
when I fell for you I was
even thinking you had fell
for me oh yeah I know
that is what I get when
I should have forgot all
about Loving you but a
lot of times a man will
lose all control and do
things that won't go well
for him when it comes
to Love yeah that's how
it goes and he will never
learn a thing he will
always get over it and do
it once again when he can
#MovingOn
#escape
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
11th Mar 2021 00:51am
11th Mar 2021 00:51am
Escaping My Confinement
I want to count
each leaf
each sound
finding itself
finding myself
in between
all others
tucked away
in the
narrow margin
in tragic
rhyming
melodies
how do I
start out
to become
different
I must
escape
my confines
and I will
dance
wherever
the wind
wants me
to go.
each leaf
each sound
finding itself
finding myself
in between
all others
tucked away
in the
narrow margin
in tragic
rhyming
melodies
how do I
start out
to become
different
I must
escape
my confines
and I will
dance
wherever
the wind
wants me
to go.
#strength
#dreams
#learning
#escape
#healing
54 reads
6 Comments
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