Best Hid Poems
As I hid behind the darkness of Spring's cool night there she stood dreaming
Mister Johns was pretty fat for his height
He snarfed every piece of choc'late in sight
His wife the candy was hid
You know what Mr. Johns did?
He went out trick-or-treating like a kid
they're having a happy chat
they would not dream to own
some scarecrow with a stone
beneath its frightening hat
scheming fancy and laughter
cheering and chanting aloud
they'd not venture to alter
one frail reassurance found
their stories all have flair
if thoughts are loud or bare
those children sleep lightly
they'll whisper thoughtfully
shun a straightforward stare
through squabbles skillfully
Dancing to Sisqo
like a dad at a disco
that ain’t the diss though
you’re a straight up pissed ho
handbag on the dance floor
where your sandbag **** fall
straps see you trip fool
your ugly face hit sore
wake up toothless
seeking a toothbrush
though it be useless
what a flipping doofus
go home harbour a criminal
brain damage acts horrible
talking his world of bull
so thick you believe the tool,
keep mans away and hidden
they’re out to get rid of him
swears on his kid again
but the kid don’t remember him,
causes trouble is he worth it
when all say he deserves it
pause, think, is he nervous?
6 foot under the surface,
when you’re just a pissed ho
out to dance at a disco
now granting a wish so
this dreg ain’t a missed bro.
He was about 4 feet tall, and boy did he love shopping and playing games at the mall.
His plans for the future were oh so bright, and he thought all his dreams come true just may be A might!
He loved to play outside were the sun was nice and bright and the grass was so green, and there was only A tad he thought that sometimes his life was somewhat mean.
You see there was only one thing that bothered this kid with such A might, and that was sometimes his parents would fight. It was usually when he went to bed at night, that sometimes his heart would beat with fright, and he would hold the pillows to his ear so tight.
His heart felt oh so sad, for now he knew his parents were so mad. His parents he knew also loved each other, for he also had A brother. But if only he knew how to fix this , oh if only nothing would go a,miss! He would tell his little head, that when he grew up surely his children would not hear this in bed! Finally when everything was nice and quiet, he got out of his bed so soft, and kneeled and prayed to God that this please not happen as of oft!
A White rabbit came into my yard
He carried many baskets in his arms
All loaded with many Easter eggs
At first he stood like a statue
Then sprang to hide his eggs
When he was done-like a flash
He hip-hopped and then left
My nephew's came to find eggs
They were eager to begin
Looking for the Easter eggs
They were happy and thrilled
All boys had baskets to fill
Happy and excited, laughing
Each looking for their treats
That the white bunny hid
When You Hid From Me Your Beauty
To: The Moon
I tried to look at your magnificent beauty,
As you slowly moved behind the earth,
Trying to evade my precious light,
Did you have to try to let the whole world know?
That you’re upset with me for a show,
You were trying to give off your own light,
And you know you only reflect from me?
Any ways your beauty as you moved behind the shadow of the earth,
Was of such I started to miss you at once,
And when the earth’s ozone shattered my blue and green light and only my red shone through,
And when you reflected the red light,
Oh, you took my breath away,
Dear moon I will never take advantage of you again for I fear,
That you shall go behind the earth’s shadow,
Once more and never show to me your beauty again.
From: The Sun
We hid in the cottonwood tree’s magic treehouse.
Spying on our neighbors.
Laughter rang out occasionally from the windows of some of their houses.
We clutched our stomachs and laughed.
Mr. Pete gave his wife a big hug at their house.
We all went, Oh, yucky!
We were eleven, and loved the height of our tree mansion.
Feeling like detectives, or FBI agents.
Eleven is such a magical time.
We used to haul all kinds of pillows up there.
It was my reading nook. On reading days, I was
off with pirates, or Pippi Longstocking, and we
were on the sea, which I had never seen
in real life,
but imagined
was quite
wonderful.
You can never get 11
back, so please enjoy it!
To say a word is meaningful.
but if it meant painful?
better not, because it is pitiful
does it sound useful?
if ain't say a word is sinful,
said it not or better it be to wonderful
hold it not on my belly recently,
can no longer i, could; with it so badly
"i could see not it barely!",
Is what often mine to say,
not with I, sure is playful,
but for you not to be so full.
Safely Hid
Image of her was quite vivid
Until she had become livid
To her not paying any attention
No kind words did I mention
And away myself I safely hid.
Jim Horn
Baby you hid inside my heart right from the start
I saw outside I didn’t see what’s in my heart
All my love, pain and hope that I went through
You were with me I didn’t go to you
You were in my play as a great pleasure
Now I realize you are my treasure
Secretly you give music in my song
I haven’t sung your songs I am so wrong
It’s an interesting thing that little children do,
Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.
They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,
Placing it in the bookcase from mother it’s hid.
Tucked in their beds in a very dark room,
The tiny lights dancing as if to a tune.
Then slowly one by one the lights go out,
It wasn’t a good idea, of this I don’t doubt.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
She hid under my desk.
Waiting for me.
To discover her.
Thinking it was going to be hilarious.
It was not.
When the principal took a seat in my chair,
Attempting in vain to wipe smiles
Off two culprits faces
Hid beneath the Cottonwood,
My deepest sympathies withstood,
Hearts desires, a world unknown,
Whispers in the horizon intone.
Wind surpasses the enchanting song,
Life beyond all can lone belong,
Inspiration in color of shade,
As the suns’ arms stray arrayed.
Stone and steeple, every deed,
Faith alone, the sound soul is freed,
Steps through along my time,
Golden Staircase I praise to climb.
Judgment Day I embrace,
His decision, His worthy grace,
My choice, His say,
My life forever in His hands today.
“I am unworthy,” I said.
“I love those who love me,” and let this be read. – Proverbs 8:17
Receive my word, tell those who defy,
Under this Emerald, shed a tear, I cry.
Tears of joy My God,
Angels in heaven choir abroad,
Rejoice! Rejoice! In my name I say, - Romans 12:15
My life forever in His hands today.
The tree, from sin, it shall shade,
Comfort in Heaven again I may.
His name, His son, there they stood,
Waiting for me hidden beneath the Cottonwood.
Oh maybe someday you will understand,
why I talk of leaving this fast land.
I’m going somewhere for strange people,
I know it will have that church steeple.
My memories of this place shall stay,
deep in my mind til by dying day.
Grass shall be thickest and greenest,
kite flying there will be at its best.
The sky will be according to thought,
whether it be sunshine, rain or drought.