Best Seclude Poems
How intricate your mind. How it can vex!
A labyrinth that offers no escape,
its walls are glazed with patterns that perplex.
I glimpse inside. At times I stop and gape
at murals which reveal an iridescence.
But shallow are the joys you sometimes feel.
I turn to find I’m facing evanescence.
Intense emotions swell; become surreal.
They swirl with thought; descending, they exude
through dark partitions winding through your head.
The maze becomes a spiral to seclude
you from the world and me. I feel your dread.
Dark angel, trapped in strange and endless gloom,
to stay with you would mean to share your doom.
For Nathan's ......."INSANITY or DEATH"......Poetry Contest
Theme: Insanity to Darkness
Categories:
seclude, angst,
Form:
Sonnet
Plant Not your seeds in Poor
soil. Heinous and Quagmire
loves society. Yet,
you seclude yourselves from
your very own seed that
you have planted. But, Why?!
Non compos mentis
at the time?!... Were you
Callous?!... Or maybe
Myopic?!... Even
society that
claims to be so
Erudite has
no rejoinder.
Complicity
lurks within
the poor soil.
Be Chary
when you
Make your
S-E-E-D-S!
Pace, G.
INK-U-SCRIPT
06-15-2012
Categories:
seclude, angst, life, people,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
*Inspired by Edmund Blair Leighton's painting of the same title
She wanders into the garden,
A glorious book in her hand.
It's bound by the loveliest cloth,
And the story inside is grand.
The story provides an escape
From a life of duties and rules.
The characters become good friends
And prose adorns pages like jewels.
As lavender perfumes the air,
It mingles with wind through the trees.
She loses her place for a time
As pages are blown by the breeze.
Surrounded by flowers and shrubs
And shaded by trees that seclude,
She clutches the book to her chest
And basks in this sweet solitude.
Categories:
seclude, art,
Form:
Quatrain
It's all about Me
Whatever bad you think they say about you,
can't it be people are being misconstrued ?
Your friends stood by in every thin and blue,
believe me hurting they never intended to do.
Sensitivity and emotions in you are a peak high,
even without medication soon will tranquillise,
Having caring and extremely emotive attitude,
Why not think positive, don't ever seclude ?
Depression is only one's subjective feel,
One of the weak spokes of life's wheel,
Travel along and go round and round,
Giggling with cheerful colours and voices around.
Creative with wit you have a perfect paint,
Fascination and magic of your words will never faint,
Catie my true friend if you could trust me,
Believe in Him and see sorrows of past flee !
Written November 17th, 2014
For contest ' It's all about me' by Catie Lindsey
Awarded 1st place
Categories:
seclude, caregiving, cheer up, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Bending Backward
We seem to bend backward
Where the truth is told
We seem to lean forward
To coruscating gold.
When conscience is dead
Our blunt nerve is teased
When cruelty fills the head
Our minds are pleased.
Then we turn a blind eye
Where the infirm do cross
Hiding as they pass by
To seclude our dross!
We seem to bend backward
When a neighbour cries
We seem to move forward
When we are ruled by lies.
Most of our time is spend
In pursuit of leisure
Lies, Evil and wicked intend
That cankers soul’s treasure.
We enjoy leaning forward
To peek inside a hot pot
In which rank poison boils
To proffer our Foe a tot
And die twisting like coils.
We do recline backward
To rest on laurels green
Boasting of being die-hard
When we are unclean!!
How do you kill own blood
Or rape a wretched minor?
Being in a backward mood
Or this degenerate manner!
We seem to bend backward
More than bending forward!
09th October 2013
Categories:
seclude,
Form:
Ballad
Behind the silvery moon
She sings a wailing tone
A call out to the wild
To her fury friends and riled
To her cry they’d run
Through the timberland they 'd race
In a pack one by one
Awaiting her human embrace
She spent so may years
Hidden behind her tears
Seclude since she was young
The animals were her fun
Raised by an old woman
Impoverished and living off the land
Anything she wore had to be sewn by hand
She had no knowledge of schooling
Nature was her ruling
Racing about without shoes
While her elder sat and drank
Homemade booze
To her this life was fine
Running with wolfs
Amongst the pines
(Inspired by the art of Jessica Gabbreth -"Wolf Maiden")
Categories:
seclude, animals, fantasy, nature,
Form:
Free verse
In a dark, dark room this Halloween Night,
I will seclude myself sans outside light,
And when kids shout "trick or treat",
Behind my door I'll retreat,
And eat all the Snickers bars just for spite!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
seclude, halloween,
Form:
Limerick
Let me review my life, of the many falls
The thinking gets deeper, asking who faults
Sooner is not later of how I impress life
Darkness always argued over life strife
Love cannot sustain the pallor of clamor
Only silent words in a mouth of glamour
Bliss of surrendering and rest in my grave
It may be well to die and cease to be a slave
I trade my body for a plate of food
Difficult hour, alone and seclude
Yet I am still a man with blow if just loosen
Dirty face, weary body with fractured bone
Rain cannot wash the mock that defaced my well-being
Neither do I can think of revealing my freeing
There is no roof against my oppression
Only white cloud that looms overhead has the guilt impression
Now my heart is sore afraid of beating
My smile was captured along with sympathy’s calling
No chance to see the light only heaven will allow
My life succumbed gently into heavens aglow
July 19, 2015
Categories:
seclude, abuse, confusion, cry, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Guests of Niagara Falls
A narrative stays untold,
Of which I can recall
Since the time I was 5 years old.
Between two cataracts
A strip of earth does lie,
A terrain of little impact
Found beneath the New York sky.
Upon this stretch of soil
A gentleman did live,
Fed up with worldly spoil
And with what it had to give.
Days were spent in solitude
Among the grassy plot,
From the world he did seclude
In this most congenial spot.
But oh how days are mournful
And nights are filled with strife,
A man becomes quite scornful
With no one to share his life.
His thoughts flooded with pain
He grew weary and forlorn,
Then one day they found his remains
A victim of bridal veil’s scorn.
The legend continues today
Rumors are told on the byland,
Of acute and utter dismay
The tale of the man of Goat Island.
Categories:
seclude, mystery, nostalgia, , cute,
Form:
Ballad
When I am alone I will create, in the silence,
I write poetry as that is my fate, in the silence.
I have a need to seclude myself and withdraw from life,
wanting to be hidden and concentrate, in the silence.
Inside me a storm of thunder and lightning is raging,
my sad words are swirling and penetrate, in the silence.
Into the dark of night quietly I write my poems,
I have this sweet power to captivate, in the silence.
My broken heart is bleeding and my pen is dripping blood,
it is my prayer and my wish to write great, in the silence.
__________________
November 26, 2015
Ghazal
Inspired by the Rumi Quote,
When I am silent
I have thunder
hidden inside
For the contest, Quote Me Rumi, sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Categories:
seclude, silence, storm, writing,
Form:
Ghazal
Humbled I am by all this glory that I see.
Such gifts are wrought with every flower-every tree.
Across the way those hills seclude so many creatures.
Far as one can gaze such wealth of nature's features.
Greenery and color shared create such bliss.
Tapestry of peace and joy- nothing's amiss.
Longing for the hills when I have gone away.
Captured thus I never want again to stray.
Categories:
seclude, appreciation, beauty, mountains, nature,
Form:
Couplet
It's the saddest times I seclude myself
I don't want others to see me cry
The hardest times are the loneliest ones
It takes longer for them to pass by
and harder each day to hide it
But I know others won't feel the same
People don't carry the same feelings that I do
Life is often merely a game
Hidden, secluded, delusioned
That everything, in silence, is fine
When the truth is, I have no shoulder
No comfort that I can call mine
Categories:
seclude, blue, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Broken-Hearted Caressing Sorrow
Where do you bring a broken heart, damaged dreams that won’t depart?
Where do you go when things fall apart, serving silent screams a la carte?
What do you do with a saddened soul, within a virulent void a skinless sole?
What do you do when you’re in a hole, progressive paranoid a shadow stroll?
Within the stillness of my solitude, a storm exists admits a sacrificing seclude
The eyeful emptiness of a life subdued, the evil enlists a blasphemous brood
Within the veil of my bitter black, the idolatrous infant sleeps in a shackled sac
On the wall, my punitive plaque, of the wounded weeps that scornfully stack
Who will be there for me, to mourn, escaping earth a denticulate dust reborn?
Who will be there for me, to warn, a residual rebirth of a lifeless embryo torn?
Who will kiss me before I dimly die, a wretched wreck in a shattered satirical sky?
Who will be there for me, to cry, a segregated speck ceremonially left to calcify?
Oct.13.2017
Broken-Hearted Poems
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Categories:
seclude, depression, heartbroken, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
When an athlete sets for a race,
He is determined to finish the contest.
He may win or he may lag,
But lays himself onto the track.
Life is nothing but a race,
Where we are our own adversaries.
We may fail and we may blunder,
But to carry the day we must encounter.
As practice lays an athlete to be on the track,
Our childhood nurtures play the same role.
And when he sets for the race,
It's our teenage to follow the right stage.
When the race begins,
It's actually our career begins.
And while it concludes,
We overcome all hurdles and seclude.
7/8/2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(6), ANY FORM, ANY THEME POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by : BRIAN STRAND
Categories:
seclude, career, confidence, courage, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Lets hike through broken lanes, till life make sense
Lets fence fear, give that insane pain a blockage
Till life make sense
Lets page our broken pieces of thoughts and hope
Let climb valleys and hills of sin
Till life make sense
Hold me tight, lets crash those ends that break us to ashes
Walk with me, parade the sour cloudy waves
Till life make sense
Lets throw stones to talks untill they sink
Lets dance till our sweat forms a sea
Till life make sense
Together we can drift, and swim through the sharks
Wrap you in my skin, hold till we start to float
We'll ride though the smoke
Untill life make sense
Lets float till we describe a dream
Freedom can only mean you and me
The world fires at you, roast you bad within
Paint you in black , till you drown in black wine
You dance and wine in pain, closes your heart, embracing the devils wheels within
You steam , role yourself as own enemy, then throw yourself in the bin
You watch as my heart scatter and shrink within
Say that am too good for sting
But I won't just let you fade, you're my beautiful mistake
I'l dive on your skin
Tilt pain, sun-kiss your soul, breath away drama and doubt
Till we fly in flashes
I 'll wear your heart, breaks locks, till love saves us
We'll run the light till we find the truth
I'll breath you, humour you till we find us
I'll stir chances on you , dance with hues
Till I seclude you completely from blues
Babe you're the force behind these traits
You track my mysteries and remind me what life is supposed to be
You're the pioneer of my dreams, the slasher of my big pride
You patron my moods, you're the twin of my smile
Your love is a massive crowd that cheer my heart
Your hand is the sun that catches and warms my soul
You paint all corrodes that threatens my future
You cement my dreams, the stars seems so near
You dish away nonsense, critics are cage as slaves
You're my ultimate king
You're my platinum win
You make me mingle with my spirits
Tatter dark till there's a healing
Meeting you was a mistake
Loving you is a cheeful beautiful mistake
21/12/2013 liz leppy
Categories:
seclude, care, cute love, dark,
Form:
Lyric