Best Hide Poems
Hey dear muse, come out from behind that chair,
You can’t hide from me for your hair is too fair,
And I desperately need your input, creativity and flair,
For I am totally blank of late and need you to dare
Me to say things, I perhaps never would, yes don’t glare.
But like a naughty child you skip out of human sight,
Needing some space, but I need your shining light,
Somehow I know you won’t be gone for too long a while,
As I need your great imagery, guidance and fertile style,
Always been there for me, a great comfort, I have to smile!
I really need you my flirty muse, now more than ever,
I want you to ponder, perhaps show me how clever,
You are, I would like you to try with your every endeavour,
To help me, I’m well and truly stuck, please return however,
And help me to write and encourage me with whatever.
I paid little attention to my muse in the years gone by,
Silly me, and she has such bright ideas, and would never lie,
We get on well, refer and exchange thoughts and, on her behalf
I must confess she’s hysterically funny, she has such wit, I laugh,
I love my muse my eternal dreamer – in height a pint and a half!
So excuse me, won’t say too much in this write or use my imagination
For she still hasn’t returned, and I need her desperately for inspiration,
Wait, I hear the bath water running, is she back, without any hesitation,
I pick up my pen and try to write something which needs poetic creation,
She’s gone to sleep, no ideas till tomorrow, together we’ll discover elation!
Hide this bottle from me,
That I could drink
This Chateauneuf du Pape
More tempting than the smile of a maid,
this Saint Emilion sneaky
Who has no saint but the name,
Hide this bottle from me,
This haut c$ote de Beaune,
Straight from the Middle Ages,
This rosé of Provence so sincere
Who would make pretty Bretons blush,
In a creperie of Brest.
Hide this bottle from me,
This Sauternes so sweet, so sweet
That makes high school girls naughty,
Hide me this bottle,
That I might well drink,
This wild little sauvignon,
Love is enough to make me drunk.
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Que je pourrais bien boire
Ce Chateauneuf du Pape
Plus tentant que les fesses d’une pucelle,
ce Saint Emilion sournois
Qui n’a de saint que le nom,
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Ce haut côte de Beaune,
Venu tout droit du Moyen Age,
Ce rosé de Provence si sincère
Qui ferait rougir de jolies bretonnes,
Dans une crêperie brestoise.
Cachez-moi cette bouteille,
Ce Sauternes si sucré, si doux
Qui rend les lycéennes coquines,
Cachez moi cette bouteille,
Que je pourrais bien boire,
Ce sauvignon peu sauvage,
L’amour suffit à m’enivrer.
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One
shiny
tear
rolling
down
on
a
cheek
Life's first
character
is crying
and tears
A new angel
is born to earth
Tears are a strong
emotional expression
cry of fear, pain, frustration,
disappointment, relief and joy
Weeping Angels .... angel tears
Statue of Virgin Mary in Limburg
Crying Tears and Blood
Do not deny your tears
accept your tears
as a part of
yourself
ooo
o
o
17.10.2013
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Ten-year Randi Clay
Just moved into town -
The town of Fear Street,
Where horror pulls you down.
Enormous, gigantic calendars
She sees, hung on her street
On October 10th is marked
In red - ‘The Birth of Pete.’
She makes new friends at school,
And likewise - enemies too,
Who seemed to keep on saying,
‘Beware – He’ll get you! ’
Whenever asked “Who’s Pete?”
The children turned too pale,
But at last, quite surprisingly,
They began to tell the tale:-
"There was a boy called Pete,
A normal 12 – year old,
Until one day he fell so ill,
And caught a horrid cold.
Alas! One day he died,
And was buried in his grave,
They thought it was the end of Pete,
Grumpy, dull, but brave.
But right from that very year,
Pete gets up on the tenth,
And enters into other kids,
For using up their strength.
It is now an annual tradition
Of playing Hide and Shriek -
Whoever Pete makes ‘IT’
Is the new one from that week.
Randi, the risk for you is
Too real - Heaven forbid.
You’re new to Town Fear Street -
AND PETE DOES LIKE A NEW KID."
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Based off the idea from an R.L Stine book
Always Lamentable
You can run but you cannot hide!
For the face of God watches all
your fiddlings.
And is furious over baby killings.
You can write all the most
moving poetry you choose.
But you won't escape supporting
these pre-birth shreddings?
You really think you aren't
killing God's creations?
How diabolical to think human life
is but a doll, created by the Wal-Mart nation!
I urge all humans with a heart,
To allow these tiny ones, the chances you and I have.
To not be murdered, to live and
Be loved, instead.
Perhaps one day, be a poet
just like you.
To see the sun, moon and stars.
Insanity to save animals and trees.
But kill off humanity with such
joyous ease.
June 9, 2019
8:45am PST
A gentle heart
So full of love
Yet no one feels
It's worthy of
Their admiration
Care or time
So I am left
To barter rhyme
Matching words
To arbitrate
The things I feel
Be love or hate
So others fawn
At what I pen
When deep inside
An endless end
Crafting prose
To coaxing sighs
While deep within ...
A slow demise.
YOU,
eagerly recite
those three words
- little did I know
they would follow me like
rain,
along adventures
- slowly connecting dots
whispering a sweet invite,
making me breathless and weak
YOU,
sensually speak
those three words
- over and over again
" let’s play, Hide and Seek "
__________________
~ A little Scribble ~
I think to myself- “ I have always enjoyed this game. ”
The moon kissed the sun goodnight
And the stars walked shinning bright
The night a pleasant silence brings
An occasional flutter of angels wings
Showers of stardust fall from way above
For someone's heart, for someone's love
For a soul who uttered a prayer
To be granted because they care
And in the night when rainbows hide
The Fairies fly and Pixies stride
Gnomes and Elves work hill and glade
In natures name the hour is played
Soil is tilled and seed is planted
Burst of colour for morning granted
Tiny lanterns that sway the night
We take as Fireflies with our sight
While we gently dream in sleep
Flora's workers a promise keep
Bring the dawn and fill our eyes
All of colour and deep blue skies
my hands form the walls..
sea shells cap the high towers..
water fills our mote..
Build me a Sandcastle contest..
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
I am no good... I am no good...
I am no good... I am no good...
Words echo in my mind! Words echo in my mind!
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
I am no good... I am no good...
I am no good... I am no good...
No inner peace can I find. No inner peace can I find.
Empty recesses , amplify tunes of abuse
Allowing discordant echoes in a mind obtuse.
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?
I ask myself I ask myself
I ask myself I ask myself
Empty recesses , amplify tunes of abuse
Discordant exhalations in a mind obtuse.
Words echo in my mind Words echo in my mind
Words echo in my mind Words echo in my mind
Negativity echoes in the distressed mind
Crashing like Tsunami waves with beatings well timed
Empty recesses, amplify tunes of abuse
Discordant exhalations of a mind obtuse.
Change the channel! Do it now! Before you die inside!
Don't allow negativity to grow in the hollows of your mind
because...
That's the place where malevolent echoes hide.
December 09,2015
I watch her silhouette
and heart penetrating pulses
quiver
caressing the deepest contours of my mind
raw, full, unabated
radiating
biting amorously upon my native pine
I call her comfort
and whisper willingness
of the utmost kind
I see her
naked
taking her
places
we dare not hide
black feathers take wing
to a white moon on the rise ...
there you are again
3/16/2022
(used howmanysyllables.com)
I tried to hide
I tried to hide
But I just can't hide me
I tried to hide
Yet my soul speaks
To me
I tried to hide
But all I see tells
A tale
I tried to hide
Now can't hide from my self
I tried to hide
Yet nature keep me on
To my dream
I tried to hide
Yet my mind can't
Let me be
I tried to hide
But I can't hide
The truth
I tried to hide
Yet I can not hide
Now no wonder always
I tried to hide
For the more
I tried to hide
The hidden
Keep me on
So the unknown
Reveal a revelation
whenever
I tried to hide
Hide Me
Sitting here all by myself
I feel this aching need.
I've been here so often.
Then my soul starts to bleed.
Pouring like a summer storm
spills raindrops from the skies.
Water stains the paper
from teardrops in my eyes.
It's not because the life I know
has become too damn demanding.
It's not from sorrow that I face
or a lack of understanding.
It's just a place I sometimes go
as I turn and slip inside me.
Hoping that the hope I know
for a time will somehow hide me.
It's not the painful memories
or that I can go no longer.
I go there when I'm feeling weak
it helps to make me stronger.
To see the scars that dwell within
and chains that used to bind me.
They help to shine a guiding light
for all that they remind me.
Tomorrow I will rise once more
though tonight I take a fall.
Looking back behind me now
I have survived it all.
Edwin C Hofert
Rich man covered eyes counting to 1,003
rich friend jumped in lear jet to flee
flew to Brazil
is there still
waiting to be found hiding behind tree.
9-19-17