Best Hideaway Poems
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
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
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
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
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
Thanks for the challenge:
Contest: Use Rubaiyat Form
Sponsor: John Freeman
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
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
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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
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
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/
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??
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!
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
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
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.