Best Hermit Poems

Once there was a little cabin in the forest
where lived a most incredible hermit
all animals birds and creatures flocked
to him, surrounding him with their trust.

He lived a simple life dedicated to helping 
those in need. Each day found him looking
out the wounded healing them with...

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A few years ago I was installing carpet in someone's house and a little girl approached me and started asking me questions. A few minutes went by and she had told me that she had a hermit crab that had just died the night before....

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Sometimes I would like to be a hermit,
live in solitude in the woods,
away from clamor and distraction,
with quiet to think and write.

Then I remember that I am 
an extroverted people person:
I would not last three days
with no one to talk to,
not a month without a...

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Sometimes I watch the rhythm of the stars
to foretell things not present yet to come
like weather men predict rain, sleet, or snow
the skies send futurity through my thoughts
Im just a man; no more...
yawning dreams of yesterday...
before yesterday occurred
I sleep with time that tease thoughts of...

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They sit on their own
in their Hermit Kingdom
other side of the wall
singing their song 
entitled 
nothing to envy

peeling the skin 
away in generations 
it's worse than a famine
where colour 
is wrung 
from the inside out

emotive feelings
are not allowed
let the sentiments fester
like poetry inside tears
that go...

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The Hermit

There once was a young man- that fell deeply in love
with a beautiful girl. she was too rich and not in his reach.
They loved eachother, but their love could not be. her 
parents sent her away and their love vanished that day.

He left and...

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he left behind his home of coral
in search of better things,
breaking vows and flaunting morals,
cutting loose from tightening strings 

trapped between the sea and land,
he scuttles 'cross an endless beach,
stranded on the burning sand,
he seeks a place he'll never reach

nirvana, no; nor heaven's gate 
is...

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A harvest moon peeps 
Through the silver mango tree
Hermit on a twig...

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Lonesome Kermit 
Was a hermit,
Living on a mountain, in a cave.

It was really very silly--
Worlds away from Piccadilly-- 
How that lonely cavern dweller did behave.

He was always in a quandary,
With no one to do his laundry 
And he never found the time to wash or...

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Rex the hermit crab carried a trashed shell  
that reeked with a horribly rotten smell.
He intently scrubbed 
till his claws were nubbed
then resolved to move into a hotel.

Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Sixth Place Winner ~ "Sea Tale Limericks” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn...

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Crab in seashell squats
Until hermit does not fit -
House swaps are a must....

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Roy lived in the boondocks in a little Georgia town.
Living off his land, the hermit had hunkered down.
His neighbors thought he was downright strange,
But really he shunned any human exchange.

One day a little black dog wandered on his land,
A friendly little thing taking food right...

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Scurrying across the ocean floor
leaving faint tracks in the sand
moving sideways to go forward
nothing mapped or even planned.

The sand is always shifting
ever changing the terrain
all creatures are in hiding
misdirected or insane.

Go on and on forever
waving claws in wild defense
abandoned ocean creatures know
that none of this...

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Endless curse, my love for you
A dirty life, my ritual of solitude
Quiet days and empty nights
Foggy mornings and everything that comes with lack of sleep

And silence abound
My lover, the ground

Shaking off the morning shakes
Pop a pill and try to catch a bus
Withdraw in my homey...

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Yes, 
I'd like to progress;
skillfully open your chest,
As I do best, 
But halt when I hear you're depressed, And just like the rest, 
life's beaten you to lifeless.
Now I digress,
Back those breasts, 
I run my blade through amazing canvas.
Then comes the paint,
Bleeding, you faint, 
but...

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