Best A Hideaway Poems

Where conifers gaily waltz tempos evergreen
Unspoiled by human deeds, pure, and pristine,
Eagles soar there, spanning freedom wings 
And trees gently whisper to rhythmic bird trills
Echoing grey owls, blue jays, robins, crossbills,
Hopping, jumping, circling, frolicking in breeze
Reveling with hatchlings, feeding on berries
As sun rays filtering-in on...

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In a world over burdened with heartache and despair
there are moments when I find life too difficult to bear.
I long for a sanctuary; a quiet place of tranquil repose.
A cabin in the mountains where no one else ever goes
Or a placid valley where my nearest...

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Short but meaningful
Let it be a hideaway 
Full with fresh and serene thoughts
Away from the ever evolving changes!

Brief, I  know though memorable
A stint stay swayed  in my heart
From lingering homesickness
Stationary until it is dynamic again!

Emptying my mind 
Is what I needed most!...

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Some guys many skills have mastered,
I blush when I try to tell little lies 
and shaking I reveal my fakeness;
quite a few girls have slapped me hard.

Cindy went on vacation heading South,
she warned me priming up her mouth,  
" Don't mess around with my...

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You crawl forth, slithered, 
The glare blinds the optics of our mind.
The acid king, hallucinations
Of grandeur, now you know you’re alive.

You cheat death, by playing
With hell fires of faith.
A trance, a thought, 
The baggage of sins you brought.

Spewed forth, un-allowed, 
Cloaks shaded by random, 
…Is...

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I close my eyes....and I'm back again..
in a hideaway, where we would play
A sheltered cove on summer days
A giant oak, that wore our names
carved long ago by childish hands.
A place that takes me far away
inside my head, to yesterday

Overgrown, where willows grow, 
and berry vines,...

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Pale white against the ghostly fog
Smoke curled for lack of oxygen
Black rim glasses hide, head bows
Conceal eyes of cool cat daddy-o

In dark, goatee, groomed and moody
Beret tilted silhouetted, covers identity
Captures blues wrapped in a sax
Brown paper bags cover booze

Jazz releases notes unknown to claps
Fingers snap...

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It's been one of those days
I need a holiday 
Calgon take me away
To some tropical place 
With palm trees swaying 
To some reggae playing
I'm dreaming Jamaica
Thinking I'll make 
A fast getaway
Jamaica's the place 
Where they don't know my face 
And no one knows my name

An...

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The most awesome words a kid can hear
better than pizza on Friday night
delivered right to your house
better than cuddling with kittens
mmm, maybe not
better than a bubble machine in the tub 
where many fun times were spent
by two dark haired beauties 
making beards and hats out...

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Not one invitation
No need to ask for an explanation
One more night of chagrin
Heart mimics violin
Should by now have thick skin
But no, still stung by intimidation

It’s all some harsh mistake
Deeply maims but only while I’m awake
No one to understand
Bullying wonderland
While I slide in quicksand
And dread so...

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Lush, mossy greens cling to rock mountains 
looming at shore edges like guarding towers
blotting out the sun beyond them.

The boat I ride navigate around this landscape
not really looking for a hideaway from life
nor to let the gloom beneath  consume me.

There is no wind shrieking...

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All nebulous dreams prospecting,
A hideaway in cloud atolls,
A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting,
In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture
In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled,
Sojourner stars: their lamps parole
In a distance, behind amnesic lights
Razing autumn clouds, amber hues galore!
Cloud heaths, like bosom steaming
Of shying lovers in meeting pour
Whom...

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Everyone needs a happy place
that can be used as a hideaway -
A place that when you go there,
you’ll definitely want to stay.

It can be an actual place
or a place in your mind –
It just needs to be for you,
a place that’s one of a kind.

When...

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I was an ambitious fine watchmaker, looking forward to sunshine tomorrows,
Like the remote edge of a fuchsia horizon, where gather racy, blue swallows.

I worked on clocks of all styles and sizes, repairing both old and the modern,
As spring beds each year boast old styles, and...

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All I say and all I do
looses nothing but
chaos upon my life

So I go to seek out
a place of solitude

A hideaway from all
of my pain and suffering

A place where maybe the
brokenness will mend

And dreams will come
and live again

mkt
2021...

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