Best Hideaway Poems


Hideaway Nights

A drop of lonely  floats 
into a never ending kiss 
lost folded notes   play 
out in a rewind of time 

Shifting spells the chorus 
foreign answers ring 
-- an empty chair 
rocking through my mind 

Lay down your symphony 
where harmony rests a head 
pull back the covers slowly 
let me listen to what is said 

Colour wraps in soulful pace 
mellow light   dances free 
belief  waits for the butterfly 
as with truth   sunsets will be
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Hideaway

I was a runner
fleeing from homespun horrors that
wrapped around my delicacy like a tourniquet

Only a child attempting to bestir
the warrior dormant within;
having no idea the enthrallment 
she reveled in,
I learned to accost my demons

Nigh, even at the wide-eyed age of eight,
scarred 
shattered
broken
I found, in a hand-crafted cardboard crate, 
my only chance at freedom

Every Saturday I'd sneak away
to my makeshift universe
that gave life to dreams unspoken --

I would crouch and crawl 
through thorn-encrusted branches 
enclosed in a thicket, 
sunbeams cutting into the tangles
alighting my face, piercing my eyes

The oceans breath
cascaded over the brush,
and everything, suppressed,
would fall into a hush
until I breached the winding path

Amongst the jungle of weeds/rose garlanded structures, 
high above the jagged rocks
and wide open mouth of the watery abyss,
my hideaway centered --
flimsy cardboard walls,
brightly painted bold brazen symbols protecting all who entered, 
tightly sealed with an invisible lock
opening only when voices of forgotten children fluttered through the air

I'd stand silent beneath the incandescent sky,
for just a moment,
breathing deep the silken salty breeze
and thrust my arms out to the sides 
like the seagulls hovering over the loud, fathomless cavern of the sea,
Losing myself in the mist

Premium Member Hideaway

sheltered in the blooms
a refuge in calm arbor
soundless, with lush scents

a cool, green respite
like frogs on jade lily pads
I may never leave

noonday's crimson heat
cannot find my safe haven
wisteria blue


Premium Member Echoes of My Playground

unknown to anyone 
down a convoluted secret path
in a hidden corner of my heart

it's there and waits for me
beneath a summer sun
the playground of my youth

and when quietly I listen
I still hear the sweet melody
of children's laughter



AP: 2nd place 2021

Premium Member Tranquil Hideaway

Tranquil hideaway_ halcyon water
A peaceful place for adopted daughter
His special child, who loves the glistening
On leaves, blooms; thanks accepter

Mountain trail; Spirit accompanying
Pastoral scene my Father listening
His loving hands are so very gentle
Words so loving come, none are abashing

Being at this place not accidental
Total faith in Him; no abandoning
Thanks for harmonious soothing corner
Gentle hands, voice, His Spirit abiding

Interlocking Ruaiyat
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Premium Member Our Hideaway

Late afternoon – at twilight’s edge
we drift toward a secluded beach
on gentle waves of blue and green.

We leave the boat; then hand in hand,
along the sandy shore we stroll
as sky above gleams tangerine.

We see the cottage up ahead.
It seems as if sweet summer sighs
because we feel its cooling breeze.

Anticipation moves our feet.
We find ourselves outside the door.
A night of bliss we soon shall seize.

We hold each other as we watch
the final fading of sun’s gleam
into the sea; the day is done.

Night brings the moon and glitter stars.
Into our hideaway we go,
and joy prevails, for we are one.


July 30, 2019 for Emile pinet's Tri-Con Poetry Contest


Premium Member Woodland Hideaway

Tranquility’s quintessence here resides
amidst the wild flowers’ fragrant scent.
And watching us, a timid rabbit hides
behind those shrubs where we have pitched the tent.

The streams of light from splendid sun we see
are gilded tendrils falling, cutting through
sweet smelling needles on each verdant tree.
We breathe in pine while relishing this view.

Suddenly - the warbling of a bird
dulcetly disrupts the quietude.
The sound is not like one I’ve ever heard.
Mellifluous, it does not break the mood.

We linger in this woodland hideaway-
blissful- as dusk swallows up the day.


Sonnet Form with rhyme scheme: abab, cdcd, efef, gg

Premium Member The Romantic Hideaway

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The Romantic Hideaway_Tom/Sara

                                              The romantic hideaway
                                           Shared each and everyday
                                           A little glance, secret smile
                                           Love makes life worthwhile

Contest:"Magnet Marvel"
Sponsor: Linda-Marie

Hideaway

Moon's heat
tender groans
taste of ecstasy
Love You like
Whispers In The Wind
shining stars in the sky
secret hideaway
I Have A Passion

Running Shoes / Alfredo's Hideaway

wilfredo, wilfredo
now i tell you what I know
a puma is a big cat
a nike is an obsolete missile
and adidas was an ancient
Greek God, in love with himself
and for sure, shoes
don't run, people do,
and if you haven't tried
the mummy steak,
you're really missing out!!!LOL/
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Summer Hideaway

Do you remember when, we went away
       for summer holidays-----
             When days were long
             The sun never gone
          behind rain clouds
             as it seems today.
  And always time in the sun to lay
  There were magic rock pools
  Nooks and crannies explored
           without tools
  Became hill forts to fight
             off secret foes
   We won or lost without serious woes.
   Trees those mysteries we explored 
       in wondering awe
   Never quite grasping the geometry
               we saw.
    It fired our memories and twitched
               our mind
    but what was it, we were meant to find??

Our Secret Hideaway

Of all the times that I remember
   The most memorable….
Was when I was a child!

Spending time with my grandmother,
   Who was always fun to be around,
I was never bored because….
   There was always something to do!

One special day as my brother Jeff and I
   Were playing outside underneath the porch
We didn’t suspect how a white bucket
   Showed up out of the blue.
Must have been lowered down
   With a rope attached to reach us 
By an angel in disguise;
   And we knew that it was Nana….
And surprised us of what was inside!

Never imagined that all the colors in the world
   Were right in front of us,
Just like a rainbow….
   We were in awe!

Good n’ plenty, orange circus peanuts,
   Boston baked beans, Necco wafers, even caramel bulls eyes!
Penny candy strips galore, tootsie rolls, blow pops, skittles,
   Hersey kisses, sugar daddies, bazooka gum, fire balls,
Junior mints, smarties, bit-o-honey, rock candy, Charleston chews,
   Gum drops, twizzlers, fruity slices, pixy sticks, and Mary Janes!

“One for me, and one for you….
   Then two for me and two for you!”

All the candy was divided between us
   Within two large zippered clear bags.
We really didn’t eat all of the candy, you know,
   So we savored each and every piece.

We knew Nana adored us both
   With all of her heart,
And loved every minute spending
   Precious time with her grandchildren;
Spreading joy and happiness!

I remember all the times
   That I spent with my grandmother.
She taught me special skills in baking,
   And arts and crafts, which
I still enjoy to this day.
   I treasure all those vivid memories, 
Which I will have forever!

Vermilion Hideaway

Fusing closed
Secrete yourself away
In vermilion blossoms
Inside hushed anguish
Coiling up
In a fetal comfort
Beyond everything
Denying breath
Slowly fading
Within the confines
Of a blood red rose

Hideaway Home

I spot the tunnel
tis is not bright
alas a runnel
it's in my sight
fear of runners
in the park
leery of gunners
after dark
Mobsters Ball
it is a panic
the bathroom stall
a hustler manic
now I'll close in
nowhere to hide
a rat's den
no tears have dried
something disguised
what can that be
yellow eyes
staring at me
I can't afford 
to be frenzied
there is a board
I'll ward off the envied
now I will run
back to my dome
monster I did stun
my hideaway home

Premium Member My Get Away Hideaway Treehouse Haven

it is drizzling outside
oak tree looks in window
gasoline lamp is not unlike a faerie light

cozy comforter made by grandma
plush pillows on couch
a philodendron hangs from the limb of the tree trunk

this tree house is my Shangri-La
My haven, a writer’s retreat
flickering candles give it an ethereal glow

My favorite biographies and adventure books
Waiting to be read in the rain
It is silent here, a reader’s alcove

There are flickering candles
I read my books, enjoying the ambiance
of my hideaway nook high in a cottonwood tree.

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