Best Escapism Poems

A flickering spark between you and me–
     grating of steel on steel and I shall flee!
When my opinion is not valued, and my way not chosen,
     I feel my blood hot—then becoming frozen.

Flee from conflict, flee from...

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Taste remorse bleeding from my lips,
Feel the pain of my dreams unleashed.
Shooting stars struggle to eclipse
One last flash of a perfect wish.

Make the way with me,
Help my spirit flee,
Set my soul free,
It is smothered.
Let me find my place
In this tempting haze,
In the night's embrace,
I am...

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I remove my glasses to blur my view, 
of my disgraceful face, that’s painted a strange hue.
Reality peers back at me, from the bottomless
shallow mirror, 

My self peers back at me, 
with disbelief, regret and horror.

I remove my glasses so that I cannot see, 
that...

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Once upon a long time back
When the woodlands hosted unicorns pack
If you made a wish with an honest heart
At the farthest corner where rainbows start
You could pick your share of the gold-laid sack
Had access to portals,kept lost time's track
Like Narnian Children there and back
Or Wells...

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drinking in the park 
trapped between past and future 
owl hoots chidingly...

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i am tired of writing letters for the future, 
i wish to write letters to my present.
everything i seem to partake in,
promises escape.

i think it is easily forgotten,
that the me of today only lives for a day.

i wonder what fascinates us
so greatly about this concept
of...

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I told him to create an account
and write me a poem
you won't believe his recount
this will compel you to focus
he said he wasn't allowed to
that it would be one document
when if he would just do
it would be a different occupant

When he was still working
they have...

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The world being what it is 
Many resort to escapist fiction 
to soften the blows 
The television brings us news 
of foolish statements by our leaders, tragedies and gruesome crimes
No harm is escaping to Middle Earth, Barsoom or Chelm
The mythic lands still draw
Everyone does not...

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Currently
Escalating escapism
The lionfoot bathtub is
My heavenly grace
Head under water
Under the ocean water
The turquoise jeweled water particles
All over me
A beautiful dream
I don’t want to wake up
Don’t pinch me
Just leave me be
With the soft, white gold sand
The endless blue horizon
With twilight approaching
And dusk coming close on its...

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I'm catching hold of stardust, and I'm taking hold of sand

everything that supposed to fall,

I won't let fall through my hands

I'm taking hold of water

as it tries to run, care free

I grabbing hold of my life

And I'm loving being me

I'm recognising spirtual

I'm conversing with the...

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COLOURFUL LAMENT

I combed cool waters of your 
baby blue crystalline Jewel as you 
waded waterfall waves washing 
my stellar rainbow rays 
Arching it melted into the warm 
womb of transducing tangoing Earth

Her Violet Flame devoured us both
as nectared dewdrops to fuel the fire
our soma swirling...

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As I drift off to sleep
I’m about to reach 
My one safe place
My haven of dreams

This imperfect escapism is perfect for me
My only sanctuary

My dreams create the real me
Who I am inside 
My real identity

Unlike my conscious being
Where my fears and anxieties
Are all at once...

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I really need my Dell computer
can’t live without a cell phone
to my ear
Anything to keep
me from being by myself,
alone
or from anyone growing too dear.

I commute to work at 8 am
I swear at the other cars 
I seclude myself behind office walls 
and wait all day...

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Here serene
Field of green
What a world
I have seen

Deep in shadow
Deep in thought
What was lost
Still is sought

From the mountains
To the valleys
To the bottom of the sea

By the powers
Of the flowers
And that shadowed pre-dawn hour
I beckon unto thee…

River run free
Return to me

Meadow moon
Sun at noon
What a day
May...

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WHEN RELIGION BECOMES 
YOUR OPIUM 

When religion becomes your 
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn 
to mosque then lie in fever flu 
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards 
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying

You chant morning to night
wrapped in dirty linen blights...

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