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 herbs
he gathered then making them into potions.
His cabin was just one room, a bed and table
with perches for injured birds, straw scattered
on floor for the various critters seeking help
none were turned away all that could be healed.
One day his door remained shut, the hermit
was ill, a stag managed to open his door
finding him in bed racked by a fever and cough
all day animals and birds helped bringing berries
A squirrel bathed his fevered brow and piled up straw
many animals cuddled up to help keep him warm
slowly but surely he started to improve to all's delight
He looked around at the worried faces of them all.
His strength returned thanks to the creatures help
and he collected hay, nuts, corn, berries for them
and spread out a banquet that was fit for a king
they all ate and made merry dancing in the clearing
We will now leave him and friends in the forest's peace
with butterflies and bees to keep this kindly hermit company
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. She had Hermit for 3-1/2 years and she was truly saddened by his death. So on my lunch break I wrote her this poem to cheer her up. Half way through she and her mother started bawling. Thank goodness by the time I was finished they both had smiles. I received two big hugs that day and one great feeling!
I met a girl named Emily
She was prettier than gold
She had a little hermit crab
That was almost four years old
He came out of his shell one day
And he said, "It's time to go
I'm going up to heaven now
And I thought that you should know
I wanted to tell you, Emily
Because I know how much you care
So, when you go to bed tonight
Please say a little prayer"
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 party.
I read about the ornamental garden hermits
in 18th century England,
housed in artificial caves on the estates,
paid to be on exhibit and to give
sage advise to visitors –
which sounds like the worst of both worlds.
Maybe I can be a weekend hermit?
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 tomorrow
a pinch of fate sometimes is all it takes
to witness how the world will wield and break
with humble breath my heart conforms puzzles I preach
believe or not I write to you a theme
that came to me while yawning dreams of yesterday
before yesterday occurred
ill animals plague man to man
the floors of earth will shake beds as they sleep
our moon will tell the sun to low the fire
a scorching heat upon the heads of most...
to top it off the waters will devour souls that weep
without an arc the mystery cuts like a knife
untamed and innocent life
Doth thou light speakth more?
free countries greed with war!
believe or not I write to you a theme
with ink purchased in 1896.
Inside a shallow space I said hello
to me, myself and I and loneliness
secluded see the day does not exist
without a social kiss
with isolation my shape forms a shadow
that darkness only see..
Hibernating inside walls I hide my hands
friends of none my life a shelf of books that bend
I speak again with silent echoes
inside of walls that hide my hands
my ears hear sounds of company
as even birds place feathers of concern atop my released roof
sincerely, Herald Hermit
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 went far away. He isolated himself and a hermit
he became. People knew about him, but they didn't know much.
He had a brother that found out where he was. He would go to
see him every now and then.
The hermit lived in an old shack deep in the woods. his brother
was very different from him. He smoke, drank, gambled and had
many women. The hermit didn't think that was right, but his brother
kepted on living his life.
One day the hermit got very sick and couldn't go out to look for his
food. An Angel came to see him and brought him some food. After
that - the Angel would come everyday and fad him out of her hand.
One day the brother came to see him and the hermit told him that
he had to change his ways, or he would never go to heaven.
He told him look at me - I have already won heaven. I don't have no
sins. I eat out of an Angel's hand everyday. The brother said - that's
good, but I have repented of my sins. That day the Angel left and
never came back. The hermit died all alone.
When he got to heaven - he was told, this is not where you belong.
He asked - why not? You should never brag about yourself. The hermit
was sent to hell. His brother repented and went to heaven. Life is not
what it seems. Sometimes when we think we have gained something -
in a minute - we can lose it all...
07/26/2013
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: Moral of the story
is - no matter how good we think
we are - we should never brag about it.
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 not his wanted destination,
a hiding place, before too late,
to save him from incineration
t'would seem to be a simple chore;
find shelter from his self made hell
to listen to the ocean's roar,
inside another's empty shell
but all the seashells remain filled,
safe haven is denied this day;
his beating heart shall soon be stilled
and carcass will be washed away
he lies upon the burning sand,
hot sun begins to do its deed,
to end this life with God's own hand
the homeless hermit's finally freed
A harvest moon peeps
Through the silver mango tree
Hermit on a twig
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 shave.
There is really no excuse
For style of that recluse,
And the way the fellow used to rant and rave.
For the whole span of his life,
Kermit never took a wife,
Cause he couldn't lure a woman to his cave.
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 Devonshire
March 4, 2010
Crab in seashell squats
Until hermit does not fit -
House swaps are a must.
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 out of his hand.
The dog had tags, so Roy knew he must live near.
He mulled it over while he had a cold beer.
He knew the right thing to do was find his home,
Instead of letting the poor thing roam.
For now he decided to wait a day or two,
And enjoy this pet that came out of the blue.
The mangy mutt followed him in all his chores,
And Roy fell in love with his friend on all fours.
After awhile Roy starting having guilty thoughts,
Knowing the owner could be very fraught.
So he set off with the dog to do the right thing,
And tried to forget his four-legged fling.
He found the owner about a mile down the road.
And gracious words of gratitude were bestowed.
The dog’s owner then told him he was in a bind,
He said they were moving, and had to leave the dog behind.
So hermit Roy offered to take the indigent hound,
Then left ecstatic with his new friend he had found!
3/10/16
Humor Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st Place
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 makes sense.
Seaweed waving, beckoning
hypnotic dance of death
trust not the grinning clown fish
blowing bubbles with their breath.
The ancient crusty oyster shell
protects the tender meat
a grain of sand the irritant
spits pearls in mock defeat.
The current is relentless
overwhelming constant motion
and serenity's unheard of
at the bottom of the ocean.
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 shell
A hermit crab moving at the speed of life
Swept up in tides
A bone-crushing ride
Another day, another death
Facing how my apathy is breaking down my base
I can't stand up, I can't fight back
It's easier to just let the stars around just pass me by
It's just how it goes
And thus, silence drones
A profession based on shaking hands
A difficult life for a boxer with no arms
A ticket bought with a golden voice
Anxiety to ride grows now that my cords have been cut
A loss of one's self
Stuck on the shelf
Sleep in, miss another day
Mother's growing worried and my voice mail's getting full
Lose another twenty pounds
A diet is much easier when you can't afford to shop
Bathing in light
Computer's blight
Crank out another project
Make the day's wages so I can keep the water on
Apologize for the delays
See the saccharine words flow by that don't wipe up the ink
A blot on a page
Became the whole stage
Making love to rum and coke
But it doesn't make it easier to make it through the night
Chafes and burns and vomit stains
Rise to the occasion and move to keep myself alright
Puppet on strings
The crown of the king
Shout out into the black night
Until the sirens flash and send me running back alone
Slam out further angry words
The music of this keyboard is all that keeps it from collapse
A desperate cry
The knave shall comply.
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 I'm determined, this work I can't taint.
So I'll strap you down,
then I'll dig and dig
til I hear the right sounds,
Carving through skin,
layer by layer I'll see where you've been.
I need to know,
I need to see,
I need your pain to be even with me.
I need to believe that others can bleed,
Before I breed or heed words they've agreed.
I need to leave an Impression on thee,
Be it my rhymes or my philosphies.
I need to see
that others can see,
I need to know I'm not the only me.
Squirming you squawk,
Trying to talk,
Meanwhile I'll outline you in chalk,
Sweat on my brow,
Envisioning this,
I am engulfed in what your future is.
we're almost done,
wasn't this fun?
Just like I promised, honest as a nun.
I've made a mess,
seen you at best.
Now that I've opened you I can digest
All of your pieces in small increments,
Savor the taste,
Leave none to waste,
Make sure the flavor comes not from a baste,
Sometimes I make,
Far too much haste,
But I can't help it, I live for the chase,
Would die for the hunt.
And now I guess I'm being blunt
Trauma to head,
I'll pick your mind until I've left you dead.
Just like a leech,
On you I'll feed,
I'll fight myself, but survival is greed.
So I stay away,
I hide my shame,
Because i hate forgetting new names.
I'd rather be cold,
Withering old,
Dying alone without my story told.
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. She had Hermit for 3-1/2 years and she was truly saddened by his death. So on my lunch break I wrote her this poem to cheer her up. Half way through she and her mother started bawling. Thank goodness by the time I was finished they both had smiles. I received two big hugs that day and one great feeling!
I met a girl named Emily
She was prettier than gold
She had a little hermit crab
That was almost four years old
He came out of his shell one day
And he said, "It's time to go"
I'm going up to heaven now
And I thought that you should know
I wanted to tell you, Emily
Because I know how much you care
So when you go to bed tonight
Please say a little prayer