Best Eluding Poems
I FELL for a princess, how ? I can’t TELL
I ABANDON school for our love has just BEGUN
To SEE the king , I’m afraid ,I’m not FREE
But NOT prepared to retreat for what I SOUGHT
A DAME with intelligence that can boost my FAME
She LOOKS like a blessed martyr in the BOOKS
Her PAIN is my pain, her strength doesn’t WANE
This PLIGHT of mine must be brought to LIGHT
I LOVE this gem for it’s ordained from ABOVE.
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DATE:2-8-2015
Respite from hardship
The time eludes, resting call
Absent from worship
Russell Sivey
The night has elude me
The dream was dreamt further
I became what I cannot be
For days that never were
I knew I am alive
I know I’m not
To the world I lie
For my world will rot
I hide myself well
For my moment to yet appear
And stumble I fell
For moments to disappear
I know I am dead
I’m not… I know
This world I hate
Yet of more to behold
The day has elude me
Myself I thought further
I became what I can only be
Because my days were never
Eluding My Ressurection
Eluding the proposition of more work to be done
Prelude to the inquisition that is blocking out the sun
I can only conclude that the ammunition was hard fought and won
While the interlude for the intermission has only just begun
Statutory situations from behind a judges bench presiding
Defamatory imitations that aren’t worth justifying
Auditory insinuations that see a person testifying
Crematory conflagrations that are somewhat death defying
Intercontinental ballistic missiles heading for a major city
Coincidental trajectories on the inside that are the opposite of pretty
Environmental projectiles that leave humans loitering in complicity
Developmental officials that stunt the growth of those without pity
Acrimonious altercations that leave you shocked and stunned
Parsimonious purification that has men reaching for their guns
Disharmonious communications that make you feel inclined to run
Sanctimonious salutations that remove the laughter from the fun
Aberrations of contemplations that leave my thinking incomplete
Abdications of compensations that keep you working on your feet
Complications of innovations that seem to be headed for defeat
Combinations of annotations that keep your words strong enough to compete
Augmentation of technological conversations altered for their privilege and stature
Conflagrations of mythological consternations that have people waiting for the rapture
Insinuations of psychological manifestations that make you feel like you are captured
Constellations of astronomical configurations that engender awe and enrapture
I’m hoping that the tides will flow in favour of my direction
While eloping from the slides that show my wanting predilection
For downward sloping motions that grow upward in their redirection
As they live while coping in the know of my resurrection
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Watching a hurricane
won’t get you wet
And reading more Freud
won’t help you forget
Mouthing the words
cannot guarantee sound
Laden with fear
hiding guilt by the pound
Stated intent
broken pathways to roam
Paring good wishes
right down to the bone
New skin in the game
and wounds that won’t heal
Eluding the cries
— and truth unrevealed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)