Best Run And Hide Poems
Sunday Morning
Piano intro:
Verse:
Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
Verse:
Can you hear the trees the wind is swaying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you hear the song the birds are saying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
Chorus:
There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
Verse:
Can you hear he’s calling out to you
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
There is so much more that you can do
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
Chorus:
There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.
Verse:
Can you hear the little children crying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can feel the flowers are you trying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
On Sunday morning, on Sunday morning (Repeat)
Bits and pieces
bits and pieces
shattered ground writhes with the moon
soft the dirt still
wet and warm
too soon
too soon
too soon
torn nails shred the bell cord
tin the sound in wind wails tinkle, tinkle
the might of death, a spasms rise
no heart beat but a curse
arise, arise, on full moon’s pull
to feed a need
a zombie hull
Bits and pieces
bits and pieces
shattered ground writhes with the moon
soft the dirt still
wet and warm
too soon
too soon
too soon
no smile, no scream, no blush the rose
arm thrust horror births
skin with bits of cloth
stand now, bone bare in places
long in tooth
to feed
to feed
the Blood Moon’s Curse
Bits and pieces
bits and pieces
shattered ground writhes with the moon
soft the dirt still
wet and warm
too soon
too soon
too soon
wait not, want not, run and hide
for hunger never ending rises
death but not
pain and hell
cursed they rise
too soon.
Date: 11/1/13
Poet: Daphne Rising
Forget Me Not and the Silver Prince
They loved to run and play
In the cold of winter time
This chilly snowy day
With mittens in a shade of red
And boots to match the same
They followed footprints in the snow
This was their favorite game
Running to the forest edge
They looked so deep inside
When footprints that they found instead
Had seemed to run and hide
For hours they still played this game
No heed they paid the cold
Forget Me Not began to cry
The Silver Prince so bold
Said, “Why now cry my little friend
In tears that come to freeze
A’ shimmering your bright red cheeks
As we gaze on the trees”
Forget Me Not then answered him
While shivering where she stood
“The trees,” she said. “They are all dead
No leaves do hold their wood”
The Silver Prince began to laugh
As snowflakes sat his eyes
To chuckle at the words she said
As snow fell from the skies
“My tiny friend, oh precious one
These trees are but asleep
If you would listen closely now
Their snores shall quell your weep”
Forget Me Not then listened
For in the forest roared
A gust of wind so chilling cold
Alas the trees had snored
“For it is every winter”
The Silver Prince did speak
“The trees they fall to slumbering
As through the cold they sleep”
She smiled like the sunrise
Beneath her golden hair
For this one fact that he had told
She sure was not aware
Returning to the castle
He took her by the hand
And whispered something in her ear
That she did understand
He told her that he loved her
And if she followed true
He’d teach her all she needs to know
Of everything he knew
From that day forth they wandered
She learned from all he said
But one thing true he whispered
Kept flowing through her head
Her heart was filled with laughter
Her eyes they shone so bright
Each day that they would run and play
Within the warm sunlight
When spring it now descended
New leaves upon the trees
Fresh flowers in the garden grew
A soft inviting breeze
For at this time she noticed
His words were not a lark
For every tree turned green again
Within their favorite park
And on this day she whispered
To him these words so true
The Silver Prince he smiled
She said, I love you too
No words
Where there are tears
There are no words
Where there is music
There are no words
Where there is painting
There are no words
Where there is love
There are no words
Where there is passion
Words run and hide
Where there is sadness
There are no words
Where there is poetry
The poet attempts justice to the word
Where there are tears
The poet mystically appears
Where there is death
There are words
Proclaiming dominance to all before
Music art and philosophy
For not all are artists and musicians
All we have left are words and sorrows
How so very sad
And so very absurd
Intensive spring, her season of flower,
Full vigorous essence, beauty's wonder,
Horizon of womanhood - her power
Intimidated me, mind asunder.
Her lips so soft but pressing pleasant there,
No way could I repay her art's measure,
Such opened passion - more than I could bear,
No full reply had I to this treasure.
She sensed my frailty in the interplay,
All then was lost, the moment cast aside,
Time could not hold the pace, she fell away,
So go then, little boy, you run and hide.
Now decades later, I can only sigh,
Best day of my life, ready not was I.
December 9, 2016
For Sara Kendrick's contest - 'Three Choices Plus Two Which Equals Five Or I Haven't Got a Clue' (Pandora's Box version).
The deck of cards
Flies away in the wind
Leaving those alone
Playing solitaire
I see the pain written on faces
I feel humanities disgraces
I can not play this lonely game
I run and hide from solitary fame
In the window, you see me over there?
I am not cold or in despair
I have a meal and more to spare
I hide from musical encounters, beggars too
I feel such pain
I feel the tears
Of that lonely man
He with no teeth, in sleet and rain
Me even worse off, heartless and slain
Solitaire is indeed a lonely game
One of the first to land, it took me by surprise
because bright sunrays glowed behind an ashen cloud.
Upon the glass-topped table, right before my eyes
this tiny pearl of wonder came to me, avowed
its army, made of millions, soon would override,
to smother every garden, grassland, bushes, trees.
It warned me to seek shelter, quickly run inside
before the fast, relentless force drove in to seize.
Its shiny dome reflected darkness from the sky.
How long had it been falling till it landed here?
The first to make it through, the siege to verify,
my messenger, a raindrop, braved the atmosphere
and warned me to take cover, quickly run and hide,
'fore army, made of millions, drowned the countryside.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: The Raindrop
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 11/25/2018
Sonnet, written in Iambic Hexameter
12 syllables, 6 feet per line
A real man protects his woman
he will never run and hide
he will always stay beside her
and he will never ever leave her side
A real man is always there
he surely will never leave her alone
even when she faces great challenges
she will never face it on her own
A real man will always stay true
and he will never fill her up with lies
in times of sorrow and despair he offers her a shoulder
whenever he hears her cries
A real man will always respect her
he shows her how she should be treated
she will forever be in his mind and heart
and there is no possible way of her being deleted
A real man is never afraid to say he's sorry
he is never afraid to say when he is wrong
and in every situation he tries always to work it out
not giving a concern if it takes all night long
A real man knows his woman in and out
and instantly realizes when she is not having a good day
and no matter how torn and bruised she might be
That real man knows exactly just what to say
By: Marlon A. Malcolm
IF MY
CHILDREN
WERE PUPPIES
THEY’D BE
NICER
TO
ME.
THEY WOULD NOT BE FUSSY
AND TALK BACK YOU SEE.
SIT BRAVE AND LOYAL NOT
TRY TO RUN AND HIDE. AND
FAITHFULLY FOLLOW
NEVER LEAVING
MY SIDE. BUT
IF CHILDREN
WERE PUPS
THEN THEY
MIGHT EAT
LIKE HOGS
CHEW YOUR
GOOD SHOE
MAYBE HIDE YOUR CLOGS
AND IF CHILDREN WERE PUPPIES, THEN WE’D ALL BE DOGS!
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.02.2012
[Hymnal Measure Structure, a4,b3,c4,d3 with internal rhyme]
Come sit by my side, my sweet August bride,
We’ll speak of the things we hold dear.
Of wind in the trees and fire in their leaves
At our favorite time of the year.
Don’t you remember how deep in December
We’d listen to snow softly falling?
Though faint in the ear its message was clear,
A breeze from up north had come calling.
I wish there were more than just these twenty-four
Hours to spend in a day.
Then we’d go far, our guide the North Star,
And surely—at length—find our way.
But what to do until then, my dear, treasured friend,
As hope’s often met with dismay.
Hearing all the day’s news and questionable truths,
The will to do good goes astray.
So let’s run and hide, my wise August bride
To a place that no one can find.
On a mist-covered shore we’ll be happy once more,
As we leave the real world far behind.
5th Place, Any Poem Goes, Poet Destroyer A
I hate it that you don't like what I write
You'd think at least one time I'd get it right
I get first place with others, never you
Won't join another one, that's what I will do
Consistently put down, oh what a drain!
I find your selectivity a pain!
Most others think my writes are pretty cool
But when I write for you, I'm just a fool
Well, here's to let you know that I am done
Cause entering your contests sure ain't fun
I squeeze my brain in hopes to win your smile
But I get tossed right out on rubbish pile
I'll gloat and savor every winning place
From one to three are ones that light my face
From 4 on down, you freaking kidding me????
Dear contest sponsor, you are HISTORY!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear contest sponsor, you are HISTORY!
I bet you wonder at this mystery
You think you've judged me fair, and that's my place
I'm glad that you can't see my "murder" face!
I'll let you off the hook; here's one more chance
The genre I like the most is sweet romance
So, let me gush and flow and write a storm
You know my write will be above the norm!
If my write doesn't place in 1, 2, 3....
I'll tell you, sponsor dear, you've messed with me
In cyber world, I have my goons who check
They'll find your place and then, Oh...what the heck!
You'll get a pounding that you won't forget
You'll get your own N/A and that's a bet!
It stands for Nuked/Alright, and you'll be fried
So give me that first place, or run and hide!!!!!
For Famous Last Line Contest
March 11, 2016
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Original poem title: Confounded Contest
For Jerry's Contest Contest!
January 5, 2015
Thank you for being rock solid for me
Allowing me to simply be
Give me space to come crashing down
To sing out of key to smile or frown
Thank you for being willing to stay
Each time I tried to run away
Hold me, kiss me till it passes
When I stare through gloomy glasses
Love me cos I'm yours to keep
Hold me while I fall asleep
Let me go so I can move
Marvel when I'm in the groove
When my brain and heart short circuit
Read the manual on how to work it
When I'm rushing slow me calmly
Be my strength when I go barmy
Understand my every act
No matter how the odds are stacked
And when I want to run and hide
Open your heart I'll climb inside
When I am loving sweet and tender
Welcome me, reflect, surrender
Give your life right by my side
And love each second of the ride
We were both so young full of spirit and fun
She's the Indian I'm the Cowgirl as we move along the ground just fooling around
Running through the house attacking each other with laughter and joy trying to be coy
We see the rifle with no knowledge of great threat
Just giving us a peak with nothing to regret
My sister grabs it first and play shoots me but I'm quick and hold a might sway
I'm a strong cowgirl aiming to attack
I snatch the rifle from the Indian as she starts to retract
I AIM-- I SHOOT--
BANG!
My breathing has stopped but I'm not aware
My ears are ringing
Do I run and hide do I start screaming?
For death I do not know and everything is now so slow
Is she just sleeping or can I hear her weeping?
Mama where are you? You were just ten steps below but you do not show
My sister must be sleeping a blanket will help her weeping
Gently I cover her but she doesn't seem to know
Her long brown hair now has an odd red glow
I'm only a child but my mind is going wild
My tears of fear blind me as I fall to the ground
Many days have passed me as I have grow old
but I can still remember her grave with the Angel stone.
T Reams 10th Place for my Sister Amber I Miss You
Almost a month since that fateful night
That I was bitten under the full moon's light.
I am still here but with a yearning
And wonder why a fever is burning.
I feel pulled out into the night's air
Hoping that someone will hear my prayer.
I look up into the nights black sky
And realize why I so want to wail and cry.
For there I see the full bright moon
Hanging there like a golden balloon.
As I look I feel like I am on fire
And know my situation is most dire.
Oh god... most agonizing pain!
As my bones begin to strain
And my flesh begins to rip.
I cannot seem to get a grip.
I open my mouth to scream
But from me that does not stream
Tis something that is so foul
As I recognize it is a howl!
Oh god ...this..can't...be
What is happening to me?
Blood pulses through my veins
As new thoughts slam into my brain.
I have a brand new vision
One that gives great precision.
Oh what a great sense of smell
A feeling of anticipation I can't quell.
I can't even believe my new speed
But it is blood that I do so need.
Time for me to go on the hunt
As I begin to run, I let out a grunt.
I stop and sniff as a scent comes to me,
Oh me oh my who is it? Let us see.
I turn in werewolf form to see who is here
As I thought I caught Mr. Loving's fear.
Tis blood that I do need
Time for me to feed.
He senses me and runs away
I smile as I give chase to my prey.
Mortals mortals everywhere
Of all immortals do beware
Run and hide if you can.
On the loose is this very lycan!
Just for anyone's curiosity this is not being mean to Mr.Loving the III this is my respect
for him as he tapped me for the duos and gave me the challenge for the Haunted
Poets....thanks John
Why do I bother being truthful
When everyone I meet seems so hateful
They wonder why I don’t talk about my former life
If they want to see the pain i've known
Just look into my eyes
You will see the millions of tears i’ve cried
And you wonder why I hide
Behind these dark and lonely eyes.
I’m alone because it’s the only time I feel safe
I still run and hide in that special place
I feel like a child
Afraid of the dark
I don’t want sympathy
And I don’t need any more sorrow
When I go out i am tall and proud
I stand out in the crowd
Then they see these lonely dark eyes
And they think to them selves
Why a young man cries.
At this time, life is good as I crack a smile
It’s a cover for this lonely man inside
I’ve been that low I often wish I had died
When I went away to fight for my pride
I’m still fighting
A personal fight battling with nightmares every night
I want to tell people how I really feel inside
But will they break down and cry
We all feel sorrow we all know pain
But why is mine, here to stay
I have fought off illness
But still I hurt inside
I’ve got my life organised
Please what ever you do
Don’t ask me what goes on behind these dark and lonely eyes
Because I will only smile and tell you lies
You wont believe the secrets hidden behind these lonely eyes