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.
joeborg
Poem Published
21st Jan 2019 8:24am
21st Jan 2019 8:24am
waking up
This definitely not for me
Jump off the bed just like a flea,
Wash my face and get dressed up
Of some coffee have a cup,
Got to do it warm or cold
Get to work and looking bold,
At my best to start the week
While inside I’m like a freak,
I stand looking at my desk
Try to think a bit burlesque,
Check your pics from media posts
And admire the grandiose.
Jump off the bed just like a flea,
Wash my face and get dressed up
Of some coffee have a cup,
Got to do it warm or cold
Get to work and looking bold,
At my best to start the week
While inside I’m like a freak,
I stand looking at my desk
Try to think a bit burlesque,
Check your pics from media posts
And admire the grandiose.
#storm
#winter
#wind #escape
#wind #escape
19 reads
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RahRah
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 10:19pm
20th Jan 2019 10:19pm
The Haven
Come with me?” I whisper
The words caress you as they brush past your ear
Lie next to me in this idyll
Where we can be free
In mind and in body
For the short time we are here
Together.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
I want to enfold you in my arms and never let you go
I could lie here for hours if you were to stay
Running fingers along the contours of your chest
With every stroke of your skin
I try to convince you
To escape
Just us two
“Come with me” I whisper.
The words caress you as they brush past your ear
Lie next to me in this idyll
Where we can be free
In mind and in body
For the short time we are here
Together.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
I want to enfold you in my arms and never let you go
I could lie here for hours if you were to stay
Running fingers along the contours of your chest
With every stroke of your skin
I try to convince you
To escape
Just us two
“Come with me” I whisper.
#love
#hope
#freedom #escape
#freedom #escape
32 reads
1 Comment
Pepperdust
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 5:49am
16th Jan 2019 5:49am
Chains of routine
Her melancholic voice just for me.
The landscape out the window.
The city running after me,
or is it me running away?
The cold embrace of my clothes wet with raindrops,
The loneliness of being surrounded by the unknown.
The sadness of knowing that I will never belong.
Or is it freedom?
The train stops, my heart doesn't
My journey hasn't yet reach the end.
The landscape out the window.
The city running after me,
or is it me running away?
The cold embrace of my clothes wet with raindrops,
The loneliness of being surrounded by the unknown.
The sadness of knowing that I will never belong.
Or is it freedom?
The train stops, my heart doesn't
My journey hasn't yet reach the end.
#escape
15 reads
1 Comment
Benzy_420
Poem Published
14th Jan 2019 3:31pm
14th Jan 2019 3:31pm
The Situation
Sold my belongings just to pay my mumma rent
Tryna keep my focus making payment come again
Offering my labour to the people round the way
I won’t stop the hunt until I finally found the pay
I really need to move out, feel the tension in the house
Staying up to write all night but I can’t make a sound
Constant alpha battles with my dad for stupid reasons
Have to love my parents but I just can’t wait to leave them
Mumma always hurting, got that neck and shoulder pain
Balancing my care for her and building up a name
I can’t be a carer and build...
Tryna keep my focus making payment come again
Offering my labour to the people round the way
I won’t stop the hunt until I finally found the pay
I really need to move out, feel the tension in the house
Staying up to write all night but I can’t make a sound
Constant alpha battles with my dad for stupid reasons
Have to love my parents but I just can’t wait to leave them
Mumma always hurting, got that neck and shoulder pain
Balancing my care for her and building up a name
I can’t be a carer and build...
#family
#music
#frustration
#escape
#responsibility
21 reads
2 Comments
Tuncs
-Alice-
-Alice-
Bumped 14th Jan 2019 9:25am
16th Oct 2018 4:52pm
16th Oct 2018 4:52pm
#Past.3
Claiming to find me, but I was never lost
Manipulation, I did not foresee
He wasted his ink writing those love letters
Because he never truly loved me
He was way too familiar from early on
Should had known he was just lonely
Placing the blame on everyone else
Reasonable? He couldn’t be
He drained the energy from my heart and soul
There was no real chemistry
Took a lot of courage to leave him cold
There’s happiness in being free
Manipulation, I did not foresee
He wasted his ink writing those love letters
Because he never truly loved me
He was way too familiar from early on
Should had known he was just lonely
Placing the blame on everyone else
Reasonable? He couldn’t be
He drained the energy from my heart and soul
There was no real chemistry
Took a lot of courage to leave him cold
There’s happiness in being free
#breakup
#rhyming
#escape
98 reads
4 Comments
mkelly
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 11:22pm
13th Jan 2019 11:22pm
Curtains closed, Now's the time to love you
#strength
#conflict
#escape
35 reads
0 Comments
alcedoathis
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 1:26pm
13th Jan 2019 1:26pm
The Wee Bird
The Wee Bird
There is a wee bird in a cage
It’s been there a’ its days,
Long ago it lost its voice
It wisnae the wee birdies choice,
From its prison it sees the sky
And the wee bird dreams one day to fly,
Now I know why the wee bird cries
Trapped in its cage until it dies,
Break the chains and smash the locks
Free your heart from its cruel box
And let it soar above the clouds
And let it sing its song out loud
I wonder what it’s like to fly
And feel the world go racing by,
I’ve seen the others roll and tumble ...
There is a wee bird in a cage
It’s been there a’ its days,
Long ago it lost its voice
It wisnae the wee birdies choice,
From its prison it sees the sky
And the wee bird dreams one day to fly,
Now I know why the wee bird cries
Trapped in its cage until it dies,
Break the chains and smash the locks
Free your heart from its cruel box
And let it soar above the clouds
And let it sing its song out loud
I wonder what it’s like to fly
And feel the world go racing by,
I’ve seen the others roll and tumble ...
#escape
15 reads
0 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
10th Jan 2019 12:01pm
10th Jan 2019 12:01pm
Poet of Exile
My memory spliced under a banged circuit tooth
(it was one metaphor spun of spiders — a web dipped from smelted stanza)
to forget the vice boxcarred before me as agents of my wisp infatuation
for the cocaine sediment of this world.
Rocks weightless,
eaten out, out by igneous cavity onward phallic drilling to cyclic ideals of my own logos.
The sapien subjects stumble off their brain helms
as the enjambments blow to the head
to each model I bellied in its verse.
The vice shanked up to the mercury vein of the thermostat and...
(it was one metaphor spun of spiders — a web dipped from smelted stanza)
to forget the vice boxcarred before me as agents of my wisp infatuation
for the cocaine sediment of this world.
Rocks weightless,
eaten out, out by igneous cavity onward phallic drilling to cyclic ideals of my own logos.
The sapien subjects stumble off their brain helms
as the enjambments blow to the head
to each model I bellied in its verse.
The vice shanked up to the mercury vein of the thermostat and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#escape
33 reads
2 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 6:12pm
9th Jan 2019 6:12pm
Trapped
(Listening to Induce - "Alina")
Trapped
Inside this
Sponging off of
Sound for voice like
Skin
Watching some
Conundrum: puzzle with its
Inducing effect for
Walls, walls
Piecing
Their vowels
Together
Underwater and
Here we are
Trapped
Inside this
Sponging off…
{Sponging off of
Water for sound}
Trapped
Inside this
Sponging off of
Sound for voice like
Skin
Watching some
Conundrum: puzzle with its
Inducing effect for
Walls, walls
Piecing
Their vowels
Together
Underwater and
Here we are
Trapped
Inside this
Sponging off…
{Sponging off of
Water for sound}
#power
#water
#redemption
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
18 reads
1 Comment
13
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 10:47pm
7th Jan 2019 10:47pm
The Unchecked
I sometimes wish I was like you.
Free and untethered to any conscience.
Void of external consequences.
Churning the internal maelstrom into my favour at will.
Scratching at the seams of a reality that everyone accepts but doesn’t realise.
Then I wouldn’t have the chance to feel so hopeless about it.
I wouldn’t trace back my steps into the past.
I wouldn’t be wearing the collar.
I wouldn’t be the one trapped in a cage probing the air outside it for clues or pleasures.
I wouldn’t be on the sidelines watching the world fuck away the last of its common...
Free and untethered to any conscience.
Void of external consequences.
Churning the internal maelstrom into my favour at will.
Scratching at the seams of a reality that everyone accepts but doesn’t realise.
Then I wouldn’t have the chance to feel so hopeless about it.
I wouldn’t trace back my steps into the past.
I wouldn’t be wearing the collar.
I wouldn’t be the one trapped in a cage probing the air outside it for clues or pleasures.
I wouldn’t be on the sidelines watching the world fuck away the last of its common...
#regret
#hate
#despair
#escape
#apathy
44 reads
4 Comments
ImperfectedStone
P M Banks
P M Banks
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 4:18pm
7th Jan 2019 4:18pm
Stoke
Howling,
whips the wind
and cuts the legs
thick as trunks of trees, licks with salt,
a beating through harrowing sea,
kisses bones in broken spaces,
hollows out the mind with a curved edge.
She sees
the night by light of frigate
or full moon, echoing truths
that slice through the divide between the Island
and the Motherland.
This jurassic coast sharpens tales upon the madding froth
as roaring comes the tempest 'neath,
still upon the glassy top
and dressed in gifts
from beds of old, black boils and...
whips the wind
and cuts the legs
thick as trunks of trees, licks with salt,
a beating through harrowing sea,
kisses bones in broken spaces,
hollows out the mind with a curved edge.
She sees
the night by light of frigate
or full moon, echoing truths
that slice through the divide between the Island
and the Motherland.
This jurassic coast sharpens tales upon the madding froth
as roaring comes the tempest 'neath,
still upon the glassy top
and dressed in gifts
from beds of old, black boils and...
#women
#sea
#storm #escape
#storm #escape
51 reads
5 Comments
Juvenalis66
Poem Published
5th Jan 2019 1:37am
5th Jan 2019 1:37am
The Horse and the Man
I saw a horse
grazing the fields;
the suble grass
barely alive
to meet its needs.
The horse was coverd
in an old cloth
which recalled
ancient glory,
now, barley fit
to serve its purpose.
It gazed at me
as i looked back,
warm steam
shooting from
its nostrils
in the cold winter morn.
Its eyes bared
the silent reflection
of its destiny;
too old to run,
too weak to pull.
It seemed tiredly
aware that little
it had left,
but to accept
its faith....
grazing the fields;
the suble grass
barely alive
to meet its needs.
The horse was coverd
in an old cloth
which recalled
ancient glory,
now, barley fit
to serve its purpose.
It gazed at me
as i looked back,
warm steam
shooting from
its nostrils
in the cold winter morn.
Its eyes bared
the silent reflection
of its destiny;
too old to run,
too weak to pull.
It seemed tiredly
aware that little
it had left,
but to accept
its faith....
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#escape
#acceptance
#metaphor
45 reads
9 Comments
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