Best Escapee Poems

Josiah left the little critter cage
Open at its door.
Little Charlie hamster knew
and climbed down to the floor.
Little Charlie hamster 
Made a daring escape.
He slid down...

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On the fateful day before Halloween
Dressed as a vampire queen in green
I passed through the graveyard
With all my senses on guard
When I heard a rustling...

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"What a fine day for a picnic," my friends all said,
In the dog days of summer, with the hot sun overhead.

We would all go for...

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They call me Moro,
not the Moors of Africa,
they insult me more,
and I assumed adore,
but in a good way ...

Colonial mind say;
"A good Moro is a...

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Potato Mountain

I will arrive
an habitual escapee
from the rabbit warrens
of central planners

By ferreting north
in search of
breaks in the maze
rifts in the grid

I will follow
a stream beside
the...

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This is the last of us you'll ever see.
You've executed that initial thrill.
With this goodbye, at last you're free of me.

Though you might miss the...

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(a mirror)
A wrinkled face
An old man 
The he who stares back
The eyes of a thousand wars
A deprived man confined in a concentration camp
For only three...

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As the mountain sniff the thyme  
The valley the basil, 
The forests the trees and swamps.
 
As the waves launched their rein and foam,...

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I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum

I love Grim Kim
And Moanie Toni
Henpecky Becky
And Naggy Maggie 

I love...

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"A dreamer" but I am not, it's what they fail to see. "An escapee" I
am, in my solitude where I long to be.

My world inside...

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Escapee garments
Strewn hither and yon
Some still hanging from the drawers
Where neatly they were folded
Only hours before

She parades the halls
And kitchen floor
Her catwalk, she the queen
And...

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What is poetry, if not a form of artistry, looking for beauty, through the calamity?
Why do we waste rhymes and peoples time just for us...

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It’s been a while since we talked
I waited on you, not knowing that you’re also waiting on me.
During that time, I’ve sat back and through...

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I sat in my room
Watching TV
When all of a sudden
Something tuned on the screen
A prison escapee not far from here
Was said to have been spotted...

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It's all there remains
     of their faces and names
     in the sanguinous pull of the Ocean.
 ...

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