Best Hide And Seek Poems
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 "
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~ A little Scribble ~
I think to myself- “ I have always enjoyed this game. ”
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
Are we but dancers on an unlit stage
Disclosing secrets hidden in the angst of now
Revealing the ups and downs of then.
Singing in the choir of the off key
Whistling past punctuations grave yard.
Our words a chant to taunt the demons
Remind them that we are still here
That we have words and are not afraid to use them.
Do we not hide behind, and within
Each metaphoric medley of madness
Bare the essence of an eager soul
In the nakedness of our ramblings?
Children clamoring for attention
Making mud pies, walking through puddles,
Bravely turning off the night light
Yet still afraid of the dark.
But for myself, I warn you, I am here
Within the words I blend together
A guileless garment maker
Obsessed by the texture of the threads
Stitching errant words together
Into this patchwork that is me.
For I am here, peeking from within the fabric,
Modeling each moment on an unlit stage.
summer evening
hide and seek
until mom calls
Tree shadow laughing
Underneath ivory puffs
Intermittently
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* won 6th honorable mention in Raul Morenos contest *
There was a girl talking in rhyme
She thought she could perform in mime
Never knew how to read
Neither play hide and seek
She was caught penning an eye rhyme.
Flowers were snoring with sweet dreams,
When the Sun's fingers woke them up;
A symphony of birds-chorus,
Like a concert, seemed to thrill up...
Amidst summer's severe staring,
Rain opened his tap so softly;
A Ray-gleam joyously wetting…
The breeze seemed to wipe her gently...
Storm's wretched hand at such juncture,
Snatched the small sachets of roses;
Leaving the sunshine and shower,
Lay cuddling into bird's nestles...
Thunder smashed the sky; lightings laughed;
Bamboos kissed and the flutes giggled;
Weddings of clouds and vapors blessed;
Heat flew fear-filled, dreams unfulfilled.
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O Nature! Play this 'hide-and-seek',
With my soul when she's sorrowful;
That she might reach joy's highest peak,
And dwell there, forever, blissful...
“Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills sing together for joy”
(Psalms 98:8)
23 May 2021
Personification Poem 150 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
If true, as anthropologists report,
hide-and-seek entertains children of all languages
and cultural sport
throughout all humanity's extended family history
Might hiding-seeking
ubiquitously regenerate among children
as among haunted-hunting adults?
Gathering food to hide from hunger,
daily plowing for payroll plunder,
postulating procreation,
BusinessAsUsual playfull as workless,
taking turns hiding from gifted godlessness,
trusting divine spirits to continue seeking
my blend-in brand
of common-scented humanity.
While too tribally divine
to attract anthro-privileged notice,
my roommate cat, Simon,
also excels at both hiding and seeking,
terrorizing my unsuspecting shoe laces
as I naively strive to pass him by,
leave him behind,
as if I were in charge of times to hide
and reasons to seek.
Is not all science and life,
adult and childhood,
human natured and Other co-spirited?
Some hybrid hide-body/seek-mind
as marvelous neurosystemic stimuli
for curious re-searching
re-connecting
re-ligioning response
Wondrous where and how
our cat-godesses of destiny
will musingly pounce
Not sure we prefer too soon
over being last to win
such co-redeeming grace,
rejoining conscientific players
of cathartic evermore adventure
Seeing sight
beyond faith-filled hunting
seeking hauntingly contagious
hidden entrance
finding hopeful exit doors.
I have a parakeet, named Pintu,
She's so dear to me. I got her this year
As a birthday gift from my mom and dad.
She's the cutest pet I've ever had.
Her colour is green and I've never seen,
Such a pretty bird, noisy and funny.
Early in the morning, every day,
She'd say, 'Good morning', as I still lay
In my cozy bed, lazy to wake up.
From the school as soon as I'm back,
She welcomes me with her 'Good evening',
And I'd give Pintu her favorite snack.
Then its playtime, the hide-and-seek time,
We hide behind the curtain, one side each.
I pop my head out when she hides,
She pops out her head when I hide.
Soon she'd come out and perch on my neck,
"Peek-a-boo," she'd say, giving me a peck.
Aww what a playful pet my Pintu is!
Date: 02/27/2023
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
The sport I love is Hide and Seek
I try to hide for at least a week
I hide when her mom comes by
If not I would surely die
I know she's close when (it) starts to speak
a cough in my throat
or sneeze tickling my nose ~
hide and seek woes
Give me someone to cuddle and someone to snuggle
Someone that's no struggle to love and adore.
Someone that makes me chuckle, a true bundle of joy
My very own Helen of troy, she's the fairest of all
Give me a crackling wood fire, a candle light supper.
who's flames are reflected in her eyes
someone I can be eternally lost in her smile
for whom I would cheerfully die in her arms.
It's just a shame she's the hide and seek champ of the world .
By Elton Camp
Call him yeti, bigfoot or snowman
Then seek to find him if you can
For a hulking, brutish guy
He’s extremely hard to spy
Peoples’ imaginations are pliable
Eyewitness reports are unreliable
There are photos for us to see
They’re ever out of focus to me
Ones with a clear take
Are obviously only fake
I can’t get it into my head
Why one isn’t found dead
Why no babies seen, I can’t deduce
Surely the things have to reproduce
Yet, plenty will have a fit
If I scoff even a little bit
“About the truth you don’t care.
Undoubtedly, something’s there.”
Sorry, but I have to say, “Phooey!”
Bigfoot’s just a bunch of hooey
Counting...
One, two and three!
I can hear them shouting
and footsteps running.
Four, five and six!
and their sounds became lower
and lower.
Seven, eight and nine!
to make sure they are all gone
hiding.
and 10!
I opened my eyes
and start searching.
Scaring ourselves silly
summer night winds
warm, but not enough.
Always choose dare.
Brave shoes run.
Keep track of good deeds.
No one tells the truth
that's boring.
Sneaking up the path
to the graveyard.
Hide and seek
between the stones.
Shadow in the trees.
Howling in the breeze.
Grasp of long grass
fingers on ankles.
Stillness of stars
breathe goosebumps
down the spine.
What are you so afraid of?
We played this game all of the time
when we were alive.