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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
missjem56
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 1:35am
17th Apr 2024 1:35am
A Fine Show
I am that lone bird
Floating on the breezes
In an ever darkening sky
The rippling ocean
Comes to life
Dashing it's heaving waters
Against the pebbled shoreline
I see the storm arriving
As i seek shelter
In the caves by the castle ruins
And just as i enter
A flash of lightning
Arcs across the night sky
I see other birds
Their heads down
Awaiting the storms end
The roar of the ocean
Along with the thunder, and lightning
Pierces the inner sanctum of the cave
Eventually, the tempest begins to ease ...
Floating on the breezes
In an ever darkening sky
The rippling ocean
Comes to life
Dashing it's heaving waters
Against the pebbled shoreline
I see the storm arriving
As i seek shelter
In the caves by the castle ruins
And just as i enter
A flash of lightning
Arcs across the night sky
I see other birds
Their heads down
Awaiting the storms end
The roar of the ocean
Along with the thunder, and lightning
Pierces the inner sanctum of the cave
Eventually, the tempest begins to ease ...
#birds
#storm
#nature #escape
#nature #escape
18 reads
0 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
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 1:00pm
5th Apr 2024 1:00pm
Alice
Alice stayed at home.
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
#dreams
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
35 reads
0 Comments
Cen
Rakhi Rudra
Rakhi Rudra
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 9:27pm
5th Mar 2024 9:27pm
Evenings.
The sky is blue
And roses acrostic
Drake.
While still same.
And roses acrostic
Drake.
While still same.
#dreams
#escape
36 reads
0 Comments
BrokenBeats
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 10:58pm
6th Feb 2024 10:58pm
Jail Break
A world viewed
through sunlit teardrop
Multi*faceted
and many hued
Amuses
Upside down
madness
Laughter ricochets
Off prison bars
of rattled ribcage
Startling
with its escape
Unaccustomed
to such rambunctious behavior
In the sudden silence
following
Edges of brittle
soften
Not much...
through sunlit teardrop
Multi*faceted
and many hued
Amuses
Upside down
madness
Laughter ricochets
Off prison bars
of rattled ribcage
Startling
with its escape
Unaccustomed
to such rambunctious behavior
In the sudden silence
following
Edges of brittle
soften
Not much...
#hope
#escape
#emotions
44 reads
0 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 1:21pm
17th Apr 2024 1:21pm
Russian roulette
17 of 30
it's never been my immediate go-to
drowning my emotions in the contents of a bottle
not much point...
when it takes so little to knock me on my ass
& when I do...it's equal odds...
it might distance me from the haunting...
...or it could cause me to wallow
no way to be sure
still...
I load that weapon with a single shot
take my chances & spin the chamber
just on the off chance I might escape the pain
then reel off toward whichever death it leads me
if...even for a minute...there's any hope to be...
it's never been my immediate go-to
drowning my emotions in the contents of a bottle
not much point...
when it takes so little to knock me on my ass
& when I do...it's equal odds...
it might distance me from the haunting...
...or it could cause me to wallow
no way to be sure
still...
I load that weapon with a single shot
take my chances & spin the chamber
just on the off chance I might escape the pain
then reel off toward whichever death it leads me
if...even for a minute...there's any hope to be...
#alcohol
#confessional
#escape #NaPoWriMo2024
#escape #NaPoWriMo2024
44 reads
4 Comments
mgm264
Poem Published
28th Jan 2024 10:48pm
28th Jan 2024 10:48pm
the NorthSouth ballad
i guess i like it here,
warm, bright, and yellow tunes are everywhere!
it’s upbeat and catchy, and everyone sings along,
a very good song, fun and monophonic.
we’re singing so fast, though, that I'm struggling to breathe.
is it hot down here?
i’m sweating more than everyone else.
i’d like to listen to something different now…
i’ve been up there before too.
where the music is sundry and textured,
mysterious dissonance and moody melodies accompany the icy blue atmosphere.
the voices are glacial and layered, each...
warm, bright, and yellow tunes are everywhere!
it’s upbeat and catchy, and everyone sings along,
a very good song, fun and monophonic.
we’re singing so fast, though, that I'm struggling to breathe.
is it hot down here?
i’m sweating more than everyone else.
i’d like to listen to something different now…
i’ve been up there before too.
where the music is sundry and textured,
mysterious dissonance and moody melodies accompany the icy blue atmosphere.
the voices are glacial and layered, each...
#hope
#inspirational
#home
#LifeCycle
#escape
45 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Escape
