Best Hiding Poems
Hiding here inside my closet, I feel safe in the dark
knowing on a pile of sheets lies my very psyche;
it's only a thought, yet I am unhurt among drawers…
so I curl and stare blank, imbibing bits of gentle
murmurings that whisper on hangers as they
sway with the lint...I strain to listen
but prickly voices gush out of reach
from the sleeves of a night
like a conversation behind closed knobs…
I hear yet can't quite grasp
what my heart wants to say in low dips ;
like a tremolo carrying mould of twilight...
it hums all sermons of a Sunday church bell
speaking in tongues I knew once...long ago.
The moon folds around me in black suds
washing a laundry of venting desire, only to find myself
trapped by needles…I feel a stab, a grating chill: perhaps,
I have no language when no one wants to listen.
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke 6/12/2020
You smile with your mouth - yet lie with your eyes
27th February 2015
Where is God hiding? Could it be inside
you or me or others that you know?
If God is everywhere, then why
would that not be so. I think
God’s spirit touches us,
and that is the link!
With God’s spirit
guiding us,
we find
HIM.
HE
is in
our souls when
we show faith and,
with humility,
ask God to intercede
on behalf of friends who need
His assistance; thus through prayer
we find God, for He isn’t hiding.
He’s waiting for your call! He is right there.
Aug. 26, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's Where is God hiding Poetry Contest
Never showing the world how much pain and sorrow. You feel every day when you wake up, knowing there’s nothing left to hold on too. Feeling trapped because no one cares to see how much damage they caused by always plotting against you.
Leaving nothing for you to even try to build happiness. Just waiting patiently for death to take you. Trying to remember when there was ever a time in your life. You felt loved and wanted but no such memory exist. Wondering why were you created and placed on this earth. Always trying to be loved. Over and Over again. Never understanding why no one ever loved or cared about you.
Watching tears slowly fall down your face again and again because you could never figure out what you did wrong to people for them not to show at lease kindness towards you. Always praying for an end to life itself. Wanting just to be treated with love and care. Dreaming of a life filled with love and happiness.
While hiding behind all the painful scares of the past. Trying not to become a ghost no one sees. Searching for hope that the damaged parts of you will one day get pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle. Knowing only time will tell. While fate still has cards left to play for your life. Wanting so badly to say goodbye to everything and find a place to hide.
Can no one see this
smile I'm faking,
See, how, inside,
I'm constantly
shaking?
These people all
claim they know me
well,
Yet no one can see
through my crumbling
shell?
"I'm fine", I
whisper, my sadness
unknown,
They leave me to
deal with this
anguish alone,
I've hidden behind
this wall most of my
life,
I've managed so far,
I've dealt with my
strife,
Watching as, slowly,
my blood leaks away,
It helps to keep
life's true horrors
at bay,
I pull down my
sleeve to cover my
hurt,
For approaching
footsteps, I'm on
the alert,
I guess my pretense
is just all too
real,
No one has to know
of the pain that I
feel,
The real me inside,
where no one can
see,
I can fool everyone
else, but why can't
I fool me?
God does not hide among the stars
Somewhere in forest’s dense foliage,
In the depths of distant seas
Or creeds of mystical faith traditions,
God is not confined to the minds of gurus
In the sacred blabbering of preachers
Even the beauty of nature’s cycles,
Or somewhere undisclosed to humanity.
God is not hiding, at all, my dear friend,
In all these things making him/herself evident
In all things disclosing the divine mind
In all things making clear the right paths.
God is not hiding, at all, my dear friend,
But resides there in your heart and mind
Revealing his/her will in omnipresence,
And, if you seek God, you will find God.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 22, 2022
Submitted to "Where Is God" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Outwardly I may appear mildly angry.
Inside an inferno rages.
In my head the voices whisper,
and I fight what they tell me,
I blare music to drown it out.
Alone, I fight, as always.
I can't trust anyone enough
to let them in.
I play my part,
and I try hard to hide.
I staple my mask to my face
and the blood trickles down,
on the inside.
Running into my eyes,
filling my mouth,
and I suffocate on my emotions.
My heart slowly ices over.
I wake each day
hoping my mask won't slip.
Hoping I can control my panic
My despair, my numbness
My misery.
I paint a smile on my face,
on top of the mask,
while the battle rages on
in my mind.
The voices, they whisper,
they remind me
my guns on my desk,
my pills are in my drawer
They nudge at me while driving
one sharp turn
and I'll be no more.
I can't stop the pain
that's destroying me
Inside.
and still I fight.
I must say, it’s dark in this corner,
Not a sound
Only my voice echoing
Bouncing around
This is my usual place
Where I hide
The place my feelings are
Deep inside
I will not come out
Only to be accused
Leaving my feelings
Battered and bruised.
She says she’s been fooled
I’m not a jester
Breaking hearts is not
Where I’ve schooled.
Genuine love I put on display
A severed heart
Continuous rain of misery
Is what I have to pay
Hands clasped around my legs
My head rests on knees
Love knocks on the door
My voice echoes go away please
This dark corner is cosy
Alone and mine
This is where I’m safe
And feel fine
It’s familiar to me
I’ve been here many a time.
Some people hide behind smokescreens
so that they can deceive others,
with elaborate schemes,
hoping to fulfill their dreams on the
sweat of the innocent,
refusing to repent,
refusing to be remorseful,
concocting lies while precious time flies,
until nothing has been accomplished.
Hiding Under My 3rd Grade Desk
David J Walker
Mrs. Pollards smile
Was enough to reassure every member
Of her third-grade class
That their world was secure
As the crass voice in the
Crackling PA speaker announced
An End of the World Drill in the
Middle of the day
Usually, a call to quietly line up
And make an orderly march to
The hallway where we would
Stay crouched in a fetal position
Until the voice returned to sound
The all-clear
But this time was different
This time it was
Duck & Cover under your desk
Was the end really that near?
Were the bombs about to fall
On Thatcher Elementary in
Pueblo, Colorado?
Did the commies hate us so much
They would rain down missiles
On our playground?
Not today!
Not when It was my turn
To pick sides for Kickball
A girl named Diane with blonde curls
Beside me talk about a sack lunch
And tetherball
And a game of Jax if the
Hopscotch courts were full
Would the bombs blast the whole
Building away
Leaving us huddled under our desks
Before recess?
Would we walk home among craters
Created by Commie planes coming
Over the artic just to find us while
Reciting the rhythm
Of the Times table
The Social Studies lesson was
About the Pilgrims and how we
Should be thankful for freedom
In science we were learning
About the moon and how soon
Someday we would get there
If they drop the bomb could we
Still watch cartoons at 4 in the afternoon
Would there be anything left of the
Playground at Mineral Palace Park
And what about the swans that
Make their home on the park lake
How long are we supposed to
Stay under these desks I whispered
To Mark
I don’t know he said
As Mrs. Pollard shushed us
As we hid and waited for
The all-clear
A quake took place
between my shoulder blades
teeth ground to dust behind my face
the scraping of tectonic plates
scared me to my hiding place
bottles and blankets, a child’s space
it cannot withstand the shakes
that are now all too commonplace.
Ask me not for which I write
I simply wish to share my plight
Searching for answers, one little clue
I don’t understand the things that I do
I reckon I lost it somewhere in a tear
Shed over someone that I hold dear
But how can I find it, where did it go?
I think its hiding somewhere in the flow
The flow seems as natural as it can be
My own special way of dealing with me
The thing about writing is that I love to learn
Somewhere along the way we all get our turn
Our turn is crucial and there’s no going back
I swear, I could get lost on a small oval track
I reckon that’s the thing I love about our site
I shall never get lost, not as long as I write
To me writing is not just joy it is also a key
That opens the door and then sets my soul free
Truant night wind sails--its moon without song
I long for rapt, minstrel's tune.
My angst wrapped in cocoon
Angel child ... gone in June.
Hiding Place
After the beatings your darkness was
my protection. My source of comfort
after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes
were a curtain against the evil.
Blankets on the floor held me close
and secure. As a child you were my favorite
friend. My hiding place.
God is my sanctuary, the One to whom I run,
He is my hiding tower, my only Rising Sun,
He is the Rock on whom I stand in a deep deluge,
He is my shining Lighthouse, He is my true Refuge,
God is my sanctuary, the One to whom I call,
He is the One who catches me when stumbling I fall,
He is my comforting Father when I need Him so,
He is my only Friend when I feel lonely and low,
God is my sanctuary, the One in whom I'm safe,
He is my fortress and strength when troubles 'round me chafe,
When there are perilous trials, I lean on His breast,
Under the shadow of His powerful wings I rest.
08.17.2020
Contest: Sanctuary
Sponsor: Silent One