Best Hideaways Poems
As a child
I sat beneath my grandmother’s table
And listened to the stories and whispers
Of all who gathered 'round
If mom was in a really good mood
A cover could go over and make it into
The most exciting of hideaways
As I got older my friends would gather 'round
To watch me blow the candles from a birthday cake
The streamers, the noisy horns
The spills dripping down the middle
It became the place of games
Cards and much fun
And sometimes a wee bit too much competition
But always
Laughter and friends
It’s the place the women stay
And discuss everyone, everything
After dinner and football is on
It’s the office
Mail in stacks waiting to be dealt with
The weekly writing of checks
It’s the place my children have gathered
To pound play dough
Stir brownies
Carve pumpkins
Do homework
Paint masterpieces
And blow out their own candles
Categories:
hideaways, family
Form:
Free verse
******This poem had special appeal to me in that a friend had brought up that I had a talent for poetry and he encouraged me to write more. I was very proud of this piece, which was written at one of my 'hideaways' where I find inspiration; nature poetry or what some call 'nature erotica'. This poem was anthologized, which makes me feel rather fortunate, since a publisher requested it among many other poets and great poems. I think I finally 'saw' what my friend had after it was officially published*****
Amid the sylvan shade,
the footpaths teem with wooded laugh,
the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber,
tickled in soft-slender breeze;
the nectar dews,
meady-moss and carpet-leaves,
juniper and berry-sweet breath
She sings amid the sylvan shade
nothing to do but sigh and dream
her wanton-wistful way
The glade whispers wishes (weening)
tempered hush,
echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme,
But for the meadow and vale,
aerie eagle cries,
none has come but I;
to sit and ponder, and listen -----
homage,
amid the sylvan shade
Categories:
hideaways, mythology, nature, peace,
Form:
Classicism
"Highlights of New Jersey"
New Jersey is quaintly known as the Garden State for fun
with sandy beaches kissed by ocean waves beneath golden Sun
amusement parks and midway piers stream wooden boardwalk
arcades offer magic machines with flashing lights that talk.
boat rides on blue Atlantic coast and fishing by the bay
surfing upon white capped waves as marble tourneys play
shopping at the mini malls, stopping for frosty treat
funnel cake or snow cones to alleviate the heat.
racing monster wheels doing 'wheelies' in beige sand
as lovers stroll the promanade in love while hand in hand
bed and breakfast hideaways to feed the appetite
miniature golf on hotel rooftops close to the Moon at night.
Memories in Margate with The Geeter With the Heater*
Convention Center marathons for dancers digging beaters
casino trips for tourists and residents alike
a visit to the Cape May Zoo or riding cool mountain bike.
roadside stands selling vegetables and fruits
plants and flowers beautiful from full grown or from roots
the scenic drive through highways or back roads share greenview
still munching on hot Curly's fries in circled crunchy chew.
a seashore paradise and a Summertime resort
with Christie at the helm with a positive report
museums of great art and historical conquests
a friendly atmosphere New Jersey loves to welcome guests.
sports reign supreme, with many choices of teams to cheer
fans follow scores from near and far in sports clubs drinking beer
good education for all children schools excellently rated
and seniors are protected in communities so gated.
a native of the Garden State am proud to boast and say
once you visit all the magic places to take your breath away
even Hurricane Sandy could not dissuade the residents
everyone joined in unison to assist with dire events.
New Jersey towns will build again in love with this great State
positive outlooks count so much .. even erases hate
and when we lay our heads down at night to pray
we thank God for His blessings in a very special way.
*The Geeter With the Heater - Jerry Blavat, D.J. at Memories in Margate Club.
*For Richard Tarr's New Jersey Contest.
Categories:
hideaways, places, education, garden, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Shimmering
crystal clear cyan sea
bordered by the rugged coastline rocks
where inquisitive lapping waves intrude within
old smugglers’ caves and pirates’ secret hideaways.
Gentle waters tease the sprawling sand.
Dreams haunt the enchanted
Blue Lagoon.
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13th June, 2014
Contest: Choose your favourite body...
Form: Trois-Par-Huit
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed: 2nd
Categories:
hideaways, blue, water,
Form:
Verse
In war, no glory confides absolutely.
Or is resolute in its righteousness.
Its essence holds no certainties nor goal...nor future.
Clear objectives fade... Justification merely a work in progress.
Clandestine agendas drive enmity across air, sea, sand and meadow.
Misdirected.
Towards an enemy, unseen in tradition and culture.
Unknown, but reassuringly dangerous, a hive, confronting and threatening civilisation...
In the name of humanity...
No epic fanfares grill the blood of Hollywood romanticists,
Corrupted stars play out their scenes alone,
Through haunting canons,
And anthems of resounding calibre,
Without script and with most terrifying action.
Out of depth, out of body, into quagmire.
Confusion, comforted only by sterile demands,
Hollow victories,
Fallen...then...
Turmoil.
Lies perpetuate.
Comrades congratulate. Celebrate!
Lending solace to advocate horror, between initiate and tormented alike.
Through the soft, sweet lulls of passive exchange or the emphatic silence of success,
Numbness cradles contemplation.
Enveloping.
A ritual, deep and staring...a piercing, twisting...
Stark realisation!
Past actions, past faces,
Passed lives...
Humanity.
Recoiling...sickening...putrefying...
Wallowing amongst the ranks of brothers and sisters,
Nourishing avarice,
Dwelling in 'diplomatic' palaces and stately hideaways.
Inflating egos and balances from the dividends of limbs and bowel.
The truth gnawing, knowing and growing....
Overwhelming.
Prolapse of mind.
Prizing an unworthy soul...only to abandon.
Categories:
hideaways, betrayal, corruption, courage, history,
Form:
Free verse
P.O.E.m 2013
I.
---
Pretoria isn't far from Soweto yet
Earth's curve still hid each from the other
As blind eyes denied the other's pride
Colored only, European only - apartheid
Eradicated, chance for understanding
Only blood and bombs could determine
***** and white would kill or unite
Events can tangent to unexpected turns
And lead down paths we wouldn't bet
Reconciliation became a possibility as
The village elder Tata gently guided
Hatred and fear toward a new Peace On Earth
II.
---
Pennies rattle to the bottom of the pot
Each time someone tosses their change in
Assets casually or hopefully tossed aside
Cash-n-carry with bags of Christmas pride
Eager to get home to cook up a hot dinner
Only Eunice stands stoic in place
Nary a passerby looks at her face
Eunice has been there for twelve seasons now
And tonight is no different because snow changes to
Rain and then tapers to a west-blown wind
To her, it's the heart that owns the spirit and
Her "Happy Holidays" bell rings of Peace On Earth
III.
---
Punching pink nose through the slight snow
Early on the cold winter's morning
As dark Lapis sky grades to brighter dawn blues
Creatures peer from slumbering hideaways as
Earth slowly rotates them toward old Sol
Oak of red, Aspen of white or Spruced up
Needles greening under the dry-snow branches
Each and every snow-crystal glistens prisms
All colors, all directions - all is quiet
Rabbits, squirrels, and other fur-creatures
Together with many birds come to witness that
Humans are absent from this Peace On Earth
© Goode Guy 2013-12-12
Categories:
hideaways, christmas, earth, peace,
Form:
Acrostic
1
I came walking on daytime’s wake
a pigment dry palette of dreams
filled my pockets with hope
digitally mastered visions of glory
fuel for the broken fires of passion
each step of the journey a trial
each path a temptation to believe
tomorrow will be the end of today
where strangers I have met
on the road to distant vanishing points
in step with eternal drums
dogs who beg for mercy crumbs
from the master’s table
for those who find the empty stable
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
2
robed in sky blue fusion fabric
patterned after ancient promises
steeped in salt flats time trials
to set new records for obedience
speed the nemesis of costly delay
all for a search without ending
a city a gate a massive pearl
wisdom not her only treasure
lost in the turmoil of rhetoric
and endless spiral speculation
I took a turn to the narrow left
and hid my face in the borrowed cleft
for fear of judgment’s bloody arm
to raise my banner of alarm
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
3
only I know the forest highways
oceans running long beach shores
snow capped mountain hideaways
among the thickets of sleepless nights
stone fences closing war torn borders
to the eyes of media madness
who cannot close the credibility gap
between their surgically guarded ears
and fumes that fill reality playgrounds
bursting veins with profitable intentions
spilling children’s crying laughter
among medicated claims of peace hereafter
I know the headlines are for eating
the taxman’s trade for cheating
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
4
meadows green with limestone caverns
rivers stocked with seamless flowers
valleys cut by deep dish pizza
fountains fill the blackened void
fragments of imagination
comfort words in bits and bytes
nightime memory analysis
of what I thought I could see
beyond flesh and bone and mortar
casino lights with smoking embers
easy picking on empty heart strings
wishful thinking on eagles’ wings
only to hear a pounding hollow echo
let it go let the whole thing go
I am Cerulean
the long distance voyager
Categories:
hideaways, allegory, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Epic
Hat gloves, boots, scarves, I thou chin t we Got rid of these already.. where is spring? It's not here : Minnesota yet, we are.still hearing of snow and rain, the weather man must have a migraine, we want spring to come, so we can trade in our Eskimo coats for a skimpy bikini to wear when we visit the beaches, the lakes, at our special hideaways.
Enough of the mittens, boots, scarves, boots, we want to snooze on our yachts and sit by the water, drink ice cold lemonade, beer, and eat ice cream and popsicles, we are.all suffering from seasonal depression, from not enough Sun, we.are way beyond our need to have some fun!
We.want to cheer on our minnesota twins, and enjoy the smells of hot dogs, nachos, and overpriced snacks, but right now all we see is a field of brown grass and cold empty seats, our energy is so deplete, we really need some delicious hot eats, we want spring to come.and to come right now!!
We are cranky Minnesotans who are getting irony, we want to know one thing, when OH when will Spring really be here? It's officially spring but it sure the check don't feel like it, we want to see 80s 90s, and clear blue sky, not tips.in the 30s and 40s and cold wet sky!!
We may be called Minnesota nice, but if we don't get our summer weather soon, you may see some orony people on the buses and highways, it's up to you mother nature, we have no say, but there's only one thing for sure, we want summer here really bad, for we have suffered enough don't ha think?
You betcha!!
Categories:
hideaways, anger, baby, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Ballad
Indianapolis welcomes you.
Navigate, find your place, sailing through
synthetic waterway just for fun.
Off’ring journeys with anecdotes,
carriages, kayaks and pedal boats
worthwhile way to enjoy snow or sun.
We'll park your vehicle, while you fete
with friends, fam'ly, or special date.
Hire out a gondolier; he can hunt
for local sites, you don't want to miss -
hideaways where you can reminisce,
use Indy’s canal at Riverfront.
written November 29, 2016
Categories:
hideaways, adventure, celebration, nostalgia, water,
Form:
Rhyme
These Are Mountains
Trying, failing,
second best,
In front, behind,
betwixt, beyond
The also-rans
and hard pressed,
Are destinations
of which I'm fond.
In love, out of love,
left behind
Somewhere, nowhere
and inbetween,
Where pity mongers
and unkind
Crowd the places
I have been.
Happy, sad,
ambivalent,
Up, down,
on level ground,
Incommunicado
and vigilant
Are the hideaways
I have found.
Reaching high,
laying low,
A puppeteer
with costume torn,
Bold as brass
and incognito
Are all the faces
I have worn.
Doubting feelings,
holding back,
Weeping, laughing,
feeling sorry,
Black is white
and white is black
This is my fate
my life, a folly.
Peace, happiness
and finding love,
Seeking, keeping
and embracing time
To escape the gloom,
to rise above,
But these are mountains
too high to climb.
© RJVHorton2015
Categories:
hideaways, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
First date
Is most lingering
And the most memorable
Happenings in ones’ life
Especially to anyone
Who has fallen in love!
When the first date
Happened in ones’ first love!
It is an unforgettable
Moment in ones’ life, there’s the killjoy and the escort
Consider the many anxieties
The first kiss followed with many other more
The sensuality and the success,
Sometimes the tragedy and trauma ending a first love
The prelude and the postlude
Everything in the deep recesses of the mind and heart.
Which date a culmination of elopement and unplanned marriage
The unmentionable the precedent superseded by a bigger event.
The behind the scenes back-up by denials and alibis and escapades!
The hideaways of movies and parks
The torrid kissings, the necking, and pettings
The secret personal meeting
And the discovery…the upheaval and the infantisizing stage!
You never know and you’ll never forget!
Dalila Agtani
7/4/11
Categories:
hideaways, love
Form:
Narrative
Umbrella
Under an umber umbrella
An utter utopia spreads
‘Neath ultramarine skies
As undertones of ube unwind
Upon a wildwood’s uplifting reflections
Through undulating naked boughs,
Upon the hideaways of hedgehogs
An acapella unison,
Utmost urbane contentment,
Unleashed on unkempt undergrowth
To unmask a placid peace of bliss
A universal understanding
Within this upbeat universe
Under an umber umbrella
11-8-22
Contest: Writing Challenge Unburden a "U"
Sponsor: Constance La France
“ube” is a yam with purple hues.
Categories:
hideaways, autumn,
Form:
Alliteration
Love affairs, wars, depression, gastronomy, obsession,
weight loss, job loss, don't give a toss, Bill Goss,
arguments, instalments, increments, incidents,
discension, derision, indecision, my pension.
Bad looking, dodgy cooking, let's make a booking,
sloppy dresser, second - guesser, more is lesser,
flash car, Chandrika, you're a star, take me to the bar,
holidays, getaways, hideaways, lazy days, Vin de Pays.
They found him in a bunker, then he was shot,
an ignominious ending, more likely than not;
remember when he waved a rifle from the balcony,
the fake euphoria just committed to history.
There was no 'mother,' only burnt - out trucks on
the road to Basra - now nothing would ever matter.
Categories:
hideaways, hate, murder, political, violence,
Form:
Prose
Does the flash of the lightening disturb you
White light shining into your eye
Or the hammering of the thunder
Echoing throughout the sky
Light intensity and noise levels
Reach a cataclysmic peak
And driving rain in stair-rods
As we a glimpse do sneak
What will escape the tempest
And the tortuous howling gale
Blasted indiscriminately
Like a boat that’s lost it’s sail
All creatures they stay hidden
To let the storm past by
Secure in their hideaways
Hoping its end is nigh
Categories:
hideaways, nature, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
As I was disinterring the silent hideaways
I could find many quivery runaways
Wreathed on worm.
Unaware of me they were
Behind the carved marble
They were wriggling in mass.
Then when I watched them all excreting
It never scared me as they were breeding
But, it just scared me when I saw
They were dribbling in halo
The leprous feeling came over
It just drilled me so sober
Some of them wizened
Some of them drenched
That’s the reason they are blessed.
Categories:
hideaways, death, loss, sad, me,
Form:
Free verse