Least Read Poems About Escape
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
15th May 2024 1:45am
15th May 2024 1:45am
THE ARTISTRY OF SILENCE
He filled the echo of silence
With the scented incense
Of his sweet-sounding flute
which decorated
each echo soud of the selah
.
The beautiful artistry of the echoing silence
Resounded as a hollow sound
Bounced back against the concrete temple walls
With the silver-tints of the soft winds
From his flute.
With the scented incense
Of his sweet-sounding flute
which decorated
each echo soud of the selah
.
The beautiful artistry of the echoing silence
Resounded as a hollow sound
Bounced back against the concrete temple walls
With the silver-tints of the soft winds
From his flute.
#escape
#uplifting
4 reads
1 Comment
FeNyX
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 2:10am
7th Oct 2024 2:10am
Brandenburg Gate
The air seems stale
The light is clouded
With the heavy veil
Of a broken fate
I walk the gallows walk
One step at a time
Closer to freedoms tale
Of the Brandenburg Gate
The air is fresher the dreams are brighter
The love is sweeter and destiny higher
The pain is lessened and the people don't hate
The long gallows walk to the Brandenburg Gate
The light is clouded
With the heavy veil
Of a broken fate
I walk the gallows walk
One step at a time
Closer to freedoms tale
Of the Brandenburg Gate
The air is fresher the dreams are brighter
The love is sweeter and destiny higher
The pain is lessened and the people don't hate
The long gallows walk to the Brandenburg Gate
#escape
#freedom
#love
4 reads
1 Comment
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
27th Nov 2019 3:11am
27th Nov 2019 3:11am
Unexpected
The arctic motion’s
exposure been uncovered by
kryptonite’s congeniality,
delightful crimson’s leads
banned by solar moon’s infidelity,
As messengers spectate waves of fibbers,
lyrical pattern bestowed upon shadows...
of those,
Horrified by meaning of
Trials,
Mind set’s delicacy
Strained ,
impeccably,
Failed to decipher,
purposes,
As masters plot masterpieces,
Instinctual,
Anticipated meditation
schemes
against elementals,
Contextual,
The motions of arctic
Exposure ...
exposure been uncovered by
kryptonite’s congeniality,
delightful crimson’s leads
banned by solar moon’s infidelity,
As messengers spectate waves of fibbers,
lyrical pattern bestowed upon shadows...
of those,
Horrified by meaning of
Trials,
Mind set’s delicacy
Strained ,
impeccably,
Failed to decipher,
purposes,
As masters plot masterpieces,
Instinctual,
Anticipated meditation
schemes
against elementals,
Contextual,
The motions of arctic
Exposure ...
#lies
#honesty
#LifeChangingMoment
#escape
#hypocrisy
8 reads
4 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 4:02pm
4th Apr 2021 4:02pm
Hide & Seek
My coffee is ready
Black with cream
My mood is deadly
Escaping Napo’s dream
My body is weak
Dignified by zombieism
My mentality at peak
Coping poetry magnetism
The morning is bright
Taunting my dedication
My vocab is all rewrite
Napo loves its castration
My breakfast is air
Stomach pains drum up its strike
Fellowship of the poems ain’t fair
I chewed off more than I can bite
My thought process is fried
Hangin on like a scared kitten on a branch
On the wings of April I slide
Down the slope of my...
Black with cream
My mood is deadly
Escaping Napo’s dream
My body is weak
Dignified by zombieism
My mentality at peak
Coping poetry magnetism
The morning is bright
Taunting my dedication
My vocab is all rewrite
Napo loves its castration
My breakfast is air
Stomach pains drum up its strike
Fellowship of the poems ain’t fair
I chewed off more than I can bite
My thought process is fried
Hangin on like a scared kitten on a branch
On the wings of April I slide
Down the slope of my...
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#escape
#determination
#NaPoWriMo2021
11 reads
9 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Jan 2019 2:58am
4th Jan 2019 2:58am
5. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
His hand is on the latch
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
as I latch onto his mirage. I think
picket fences and Tom appears
or Huck. White-washed. No water
passes through these slabs. He says,
open or doom. Says, room or perish.
I would have circled the picket in zen.
Or stopped as an O,
away, taking in. My friend, auditioner
for Avenue Q, has no clear idea
of the profanity of rules. Move along
she muppets, the voices of New Yorkers
pushing through. The sign lofts high, as his eyes audit,
ender of worlds, ender of traffic
footing what was once a street...
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
#nightmares
#philosophical
16 reads
2 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 5:50pm
25th Oct 2020 5:50pm
Starving Artist
I drape my lines
In visual signs
Poetic designs
Designed to climb vines
Abstract mental for the minds
I sink and swim in my rhymes
Scuba diving in mental disorders
To cross the borders
Of many poetry hoarders
A stepping stone of brick and mortars
Overstepping my boundaries
In subliminal foundries
Questioning all that I write
Whether wrong or right
In the day or the night
A continuous fight
Revamping to shine bright
Proving myself to the might
Every line
I design
Is looking to find
Itself...
In visual signs
Poetic designs
Designed to climb vines
Abstract mental for the minds
I sink and swim in my rhymes
Scuba diving in mental disorders
To cross the borders
Of many poetry hoarders
A stepping stone of brick and mortars
Overstepping my boundaries
In subliminal foundries
Questioning all that I write
Whether wrong or right
In the day or the night
A continuous fight
Revamping to shine bright
Proving myself to the might
Every line
I design
Is looking to find
Itself...
#motivational
#escape
#acceptance
#determination
#risk
16 reads
12 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
31st Jul 2020 3:34am
31st Jul 2020 3:34am
Like a Storm
Staring outside,
At the grey sky.
Full of clouds
Of thunder
and lightning.
I tried to imagine,
What it would be like
To be your storm.
I would wake you up every night,
By the sound of my winds knocking on your door.
Each footprint of my waters
Can be seen dripping on the floor.
When i asked for a little space
To bring you into my shower
Oh...how your soul got lost into my power.
How the rumbles are intensely quiet,
When you perform the act of forecasting the speed of the wind amid my eyeball.
How...
At the grey sky.
Full of clouds
Of thunder
and lightning.
I tried to imagine,
What it would be like
To be your storm.
I would wake you up every night,
By the sound of my winds knocking on your door.
Each footprint of my waters
Can be seen dripping on the floor.
When i asked for a little space
To bring you into my shower
Oh...how your soul got lost into my power.
How the rumbles are intensely quiet,
When you perform the act of forecasting the speed of the wind amid my eyeball.
How...
#romantic
#rain
#storm
#escape
#sensual
19 reads
9 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 6:59pm
6th Jan 2019 6:59pm
Diary Entry 1: One or Two. I Pick Three.
I.
The gift, a paper frog, telling me
to press as I like to do
on a gift gingerly and calls me beautiful
(asking me how to say so)
and leaves a scribble
mentioning I look smart (even without glasses)
how do you look smart (without glasses)
and she with her boyfriend hopes
I stay in touch, I always stay
in touch with the paper
leaping by myself over spaces
intended to be separate
theyleaptogetheranyway
if you poke at the paper
in a sustained manner (she likes rocks)
a long indexed stay (I admire...
The gift, a paper frog, telling me
to press as I like to do
on a gift gingerly and calls me beautiful
(asking me how to say so)
and leaves a scribble
mentioning I look smart (even without glasses)
how do you look smart (without glasses)
and she with her boyfriend hopes
I stay in touch, I always stay
in touch with the paper
leaping by myself over spaces
intended to be separate
theyleaptogetheranyway
if you poke at the paper
in a sustained manner (she likes rocks)
a long indexed stay (I admire...
#women
#men
#LifeAsAWriter
#escape
#meditation
20 reads
6 Comments
Damselinhandcuffs
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:31am
Yesterday 5:31am
The Loneliest Constellation
How can one be so lonely from the beginning,
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
#escape
#LifeCycle
#relationships
#loneliness
#universe
29 reads
2 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 1:14am
19th Jan 2025 1:14am
To Be
To be torn from innocence
To be laughed at
To be humiliated
To be doubted
To be doubting self
To be discounted
To be harrassed
To be challenged
To be bullied
To be attacked
To be beaten up
To be discarded
To be spat on
To be judged
To be hated
To be confined
To be raped
To be brave
To be stubborn
To be tough
To be focused
To be persevering
To be better
To be released
To be vindicated
To be a survivor
To be reborn
To be laughed at
To be humiliated
To be doubted
To be doubting self
To be discounted
To be harrassed
To be challenged
To be bullied
To be attacked
To be beaten up
To be discarded
To be spat on
To be judged
To be hated
To be confined
To be raped
To be brave
To be stubborn
To be tough
To be focused
To be persevering
To be better
To be released
To be vindicated
To be a survivor
To be reborn
#bullying
#escape
#healing
#LifeStruggles
#rejection
34 reads
0 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 00:21am
19th Jan 2025 00:21am
The sea of you
Light now fading
cold invading
diving deep
in the sea of you
Coal and pressure
emerging
in the purity of form
The diamond of your soul
illuminating
life
chasing dreams
rising from the depths
seeking the facets
of your being
A seashell held to the ear
sings of faith
and promises clues
cold pervades
darkness dissuades
where love begin to fade
Memories are the crucible
in ocean depths
our coal under pressure ...
cold invading
diving deep
in the sea of you
Coal and pressure
emerging
in the purity of form
The diamond of your soul
illuminating
life
chasing dreams
rising from the depths
seeking the facets
of your being
A seashell held to the ear
sings of faith
and promises clues
cold pervades
darkness dissuades
where love begin to fade
Memories are the crucible
in ocean depths
our coal under pressure ...
#dreams
#escape
#love
35 reads
0 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
14th Jan 2025 3:52pm
Step out
Arise sleeper and take up your plow.
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
Prepare your harnesses and oil your tack.
The ground has had its sabbath rest and is become disquieted.
Remove the rocks and rubble, burn the weeds and stubble.
Strike the fallow ground and don't relent.
Dig in and rip complacency away.
From sunrise until darkness covers the land.
The trumpet speaks, the time is right,
The earth rumbles in anticipation.
The sowers are holding the seed
waiting, watching, watching, hoping for broken ground.
The husbandmen and shepherds bounce from...
#escape
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
#LifeGoals #MovingOn
48 reads
2 Comments
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