Best Secreted Poems
It’s Jubilee tea at my auntie’s care home
Aunt Phyllis’s hair could do with a comb
But she doesn’t mind and puts on her hat
The queen won’t be there’s no need to flap
The table is laden with all sorts of food
Ada burps loudly she’s so blinking rude
The cucumber sandwich crusts are cut off
My hair won’t stay curly I hear Mable scoff!
Gerald’s secreted cream scones on his lap
I’d not touch them now he’s a dirty old chap
There’s a heated debate is it scone or scon
I do not comment as they have all gone!
Old Edgar demands jelly and ice cream
It’s not on the menu he begins to scream
So he gets everyone to bang their tea cups
They’re acting like kids and not like grown ups
Along comes the matron she says ‘Dearie me,
You are spoiling our Platinum jubilee tea’
Edgar gives her some lip - he’s adept at verbals
He shout’s ‘Matron you just remind me of Goebbels’
Matron is livid, she turns puce in the face
Edgar’s sent to his room, as he’s in disgrace
He is reprimanded for causing such a scene
At the jubilee party for our wonderful Queen.
06/02/22
Categories:
secreted, celebration, england, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
It was not my intention to ever post in PS again
but through an open window I've caught a glimpse
and smell of what's been dumped into the soup.
No pleasure to poets will cruel deception bring
through mendacious words with a venomous sting
Clumsy are the fingers thrusting a poisoned dart
Villany flows from the arteries of a wicked heart
What keeps one hidden in fear behind a mask
lurking in shadows whilst imbibing from a flask
It's a path encrusted with derision and pretense
One a fool walks when guilt becomes immense
What price for a soul that's died too many deaths
or a life once more restored with sinister breaths
How many graves dug when loose threads unravel
Move on before the judge wields his mighty gavel
Only the naive and gullible would dare to believe
such repugnant lines written and meant to deceive
A weed in a garden, secreted among stalks of wheat
soon to wither and wilt. Such is the fate of a cheat
Vinegar in ink from a pen's nib has been interlaced
Woe to a deplorable life when it has been disgraced
Jagged, the rusted edge honed by a dour personality
In darkness looms the lonely; a hallmark of depravity
Categories:
secreted, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Transparent smiles and fragile paper eyes
adorn a tender beauty, as a tear
of dew upon a rose in cool sunrise.
A sweet yet clear disguise of yearnings near,
secreted 'neath so tenuous a veil
that slight of breeze would surely discompose
and tear and crinkle. Milky shades of pale,
diaphanous, untrue (as truth’s cast shows),
serve only as a means of self deny,
a flimsy shield against a whispered voice
that sighs a threat to air life as a lie
and deliquesce remaining threads of choice...
except the choice to live, as such a breeze
undresses faintly covered dreams with ease.
Categories:
secreted, introspection, life
Form:
Sonnet
You chance upon her
in the far reaches of the backyard
a place you never go
and there she trembles a tiny tiger in a blurred world
secreted in shadows below blackthorn shrubs
faint mews draw you closer
the power of her vulnerability
fills your veins with a pulse rising
brimming you with a nectar needed
like a dry stream bed restored by remedy rains
how helpless she is with eyes just opened
her eyes like skylights —translucent
and filled with new wild blue innocence
neglected yet beautiful
you see the phenomenon of her will to live —
her outsized feistiness
belying such a petite package of need
with teeny needle claws and protests the wisp of a hiss
...and you recall when you felt small and voiceless
born a feral
her mother likely lost to speed-wheels of a car
or snap-jaws of coyotes whose throats float howls
above black tree lines with autumn mist and moon
it will never be known for sure
and you wonder if she wonders
if the sweet-milk-purrs with soft belly fur
will ever return to snuggle her
she’s been cold and alone for far too long
so you gather her in the hug of your hands
curl your chest around her littleness
a shield formed against her loneness
—a long-ago-child abandoned a silent
child lost amid foster care noise is heard—
and you decide not to let Nature take its course
instead you sit with her swaddle her love her
nourish her with eye dropper milk—
embers linger in brick-warm-hearth
as you heal the orphan within
Categories:
secreted, animal, care, emotions, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
Trembling in the silence of a fresh snowfall, awaiting the struggle of laughter and tears, the beautiful that comes from stars shadowed by flakes so gentle they seem to speak silence into the spirit – like the voice of a vision, preaching peace ~ quote by poet
Secreted beneath the gentle fragments, shivering,
Blown in piles, demanding as January’s piercing light,
Silence caressing the stones, the oaks, the pines,
In glistening reflections, hearts possessed,
By the indigo skies who are burning with grace,
Speckled with sensations, amazement –
Sweltering in the 12 degree rays, where moments
Tend to breath in the crispness and release brilliance,
In waves, wisdom from the hunger
Ravenous appetites, awaiting the colors of light,
Friendly aromas of souls, newly blooming,
Emitting sounds that go on, unnoticed, echoes,
Vibrations trembling in soothing sighs…
Melodious blessings, ranging from hearts to insights,
Lifting the nights on wings of angels,
Promising the heavens to release the broken hearts,
Send comfort to the earth in the form of snow,
Who breathes a quiet truth, silence…
Beaming from the tender scales, shavings of ice,
Glittery and crisp, crumbling into moments,
When the laughing sun kisses the blanketed ridges,
Stirring the scene so that only the blurry vision,
Squinted from eyes who remember –
On the snow covered land there is plenty to glimpse,
But only the blinded eyes can truly remember,
How the sparkling snow seemed to shudder and shake,
In silence… deciding just how significant
How consuming is the silence of a shadow,
Reflected on the land whose bathed in fresh white,
The frosty sheen of hope breathing its lasting glance,
Over the peaceful promise of this kind and graceful spectacle,
Commotion in brilliance, awakening the spirit,
With a wonderful white home where the fires crack,
Popping so that even the wood can feel the flames traveling,
Deep into the bones, risking tragedy…
To be lauded by the sensations of Winter’s amazing,
Winter chasing the dreams, the belief, the faded hope…
For those silhouettes who follow the moon,
Ride the stars and twinkle like the deathlike grief,
Who arranges for even the darkness to be plucked from the earth,
By the fresh fallen flurries who break away the brittle,
Soothing souls so that they’re sanctified by the sentimental.
Categories:
secreted, appreciation, beautiful, january, peace,
Form:
Verse
In these mountains, where I’m from, peace amazes,
With nostalgic beauty, its gentle praises.
Silence whispers to souls, believers know love,
Breathless inklings linger, a calm from above.
Love this alive and perfect surely blazes.
In these mountains, where the sun reflects, dazes,
Harmonizing with shadows, carefree phases
Beyond the oaks and pines, I found my truelove…
In these mountains…
As the stars climb higher on twilight’s gazes,
Beyond the moonlit night, twinkling wish raises,
Gentle faith abides, reminding there’s Godlove,
Secreted beneath wonders of the sweet dove,
Within the heart and spirit, His love raises,
In these mountains…
Categories:
secreted, appreciation, home, moon, mountains,
Form:
Rondeau
I had a hole in my pocket, and lost my golden ring.
It wasn't much to many,
but to me, meant everything.
So the moment you came and wandered,
my path with all your treasure.
I made thief's solemn vow to plunder,
and take you for my pleasure.
I stole away your broach of pearls,
I stole away your rare flower.
With fiery hair, cloaked in curls,
took your purple virgin's bower.
I stole away your today, and yesterdays,
and all of your tomorrows...
But truth be told, I must confess,
I never meant you sorrow.
And at last when your eye was averted,
and thought you had nothing left to part.
All hope, now long deserted.
I stole away your heart.
I took you away from your sisters cheated,
and from your little brother,
All your desires and dreams I secreted.
to never belong to another.
Yet somehow through all the days,
you loved me for my thieving ways.
If I could turn back time, and leave you free,
would you take it all back..
willingly?
Categories:
secreted, arabic, flower, friendship love,
Form:
Free verse
We dared meet
in clandestine disguise
behind an overlay of water
Secreted
from watchful eyes peering
amid crystalline dancing droplets
Our first kiss
concealed from lurking eyes
extracting jewels of youthful joy
Rainbow arks,
captured floating crowning’s,
appearing and captivating gems
©Debra Squyres
10/31/14
For Member Contest: “Some Form of Crystalline”
Sponsored by: Nette OnCloude
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline created by Karan Naidu
Categories:
secreted, innocence, love, romantic,
Form:
Verse
Quixotic are we
Our bliss every night one kiss
A phantom mirrored
In a fervent moonlit pond
Like Nushi and Suseri*
Categories:
secreted, love, passion,
Form:
Tanka
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” - Emily Dickinson
Her soul, composed of poetry
Breathed light and reflected mystery
In shadows secreted deep within
Where silence seemed her only friend
Her heart, colored in hues of hope
Prayed peace through the innocence
Abiding where the stillness was lost
In the wonder hiding beneath her thoughts
Her soul, stirred by each make believe
Dreams faithful to the rumors so unique
Rich and vibrant hues of eternity rising
Through the stardust raining across a life
Her heart, erasing every doubt with truth
Beckons for the laughter, the graceful
Sincerity of a kindness so deep and good
Falling gently, like fresh snow, in whispers
Her soul, singing merrily of joys buried
Beneath the silhouettes of sadness and sorrow
Leaving imprints, notes of encouragement
Wounding the doubts with serenity, assurance
Her heart, conquering all the faded feelings
Who guided her to listen to all she’s concealing
The beauty and grace, the inspiration and faith
All of the soft winds who beckoned her to hear
Her soul, heeding the light – the lingering love
Sent down from above, where His kindness
Grows smiles as He gentles the trials, the hurting
Becomes like a long ago dawn who recalls the night
Her heart, aching to understand the breathtaking
Stillness, lasting through the storms, delaying
Suspicions and promising that His way, His blessing
Will bring only good things, miracles to believe in
Her heart – Her soul… they’re an open door
To the marvel, the mercy, the message…
That love from above will always find a way
To pierce the uncertainty with a belief that vows…
Forever is found in the peace that comes to life
Just beyond the kiss of sun, the caress of moon,
Where Jesus walked and talked and gave each one
The opportunity to believe in His everlasting life!
Let His love flow…
And grow – a light
That never fades
Categories:
secreted, appreciation, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
People in my school have names for someone like me.
Freak, crazy, weirdo, a spawn by the devil's decree.
I took note of every malicious word they ever spoke,
knowing that before long they'd no longer make me a joke.
None of them knew how truthful were their mocking words.
They had no clue I could spread my wings to fly among the birds,
with ravens that caw out for blood at the stroke of each midnight.
I'd fill their haunting dreams with images of daunting fright.
A snip of dried herbs, a pinch of fungal root, boiled in fat of fowl,
a concoction for me to savor, secreted to me by my mother, an owl.
Eyes that see through bloodshot color, they would see them too
when the full moon was high and the sky turned dark cobalt blue.
No help will they receive from a scream or gyrations to be free.
They soon will know they should never have made a mockery of me.
The time is near, my brew is cooled, now it's my time to have fun.
Tonight their dreams will be nightmares, a gift from the evil one.
With their eyes closed, they will envision they are being chased
by hundreds of bloodshot eyes, the likes of which they've never faced.
Black robes adorned, scepter of wormwood waved from my hand.
Eyes... wild bloodshot eyes, will seek vengeance at my command.
Fog advances to the bedrooms of those who sleep in peace.
My adrenaline is pumping, just a few more minutes until release.
A snarl of satisfaction I feel curled upon my blood red lips.
You won't belittle me again with your taunting nocuous quips.
NOW! I gave the order for the eyes to creep into their dreams
But my heart is beating too fast. This was not part of my schemes.
I can't see a bloody thing. What's happened to the spell I cast?
How long will this blindness torture me? How long must it last?
A truant officer was sent to see what had become of the freak.
Through a window he saw many ravens, all with bloodied beak.
No body was discovered. All that remained was a robe of black
and a note scratched upon the floor. "Too late to take it back."
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December 26th, 2015
Deep and Dark Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Categories:
secreted, dark, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Seeping through families of oaks,
Surrounded by pines, laurels and all…
Gentle leaves, so alive – yes, they breathe,
Silent like the peace I find here,
Enclosed in their embrace,
Soft music of dove and robin, praising,
Ever praising with their easy tweet,
Tempering the woods with their melodies,
So old, yes, so old…
Breathlessly praising,
Stirring the wonder often lying,
Secreted beside cool streams,
Abandoned by moss-grown stones,
Laughing, gurgling, gushing…
With liquid wonder, blessing spirits,
Risking their most intimate beauties,
Lingering in amused giggles,
Calm as the silent grace…
Gentling the wind, the wind’s faint
Struggle to bring with it,
A sense of God’s music, His mystery,
Hesitating to break through,
Intensity, powerful as the cloudless skies,
Yes, those cloudless skies…
Escaping the darkness of a lazy afternoon,
Screaming a warning, rumbles of thunder,
Defeated by the flashes of lightening,
Blazing across the silk sky,
Glancing over the aching trails,
Strewn with dried leaves, maples,
Poplars and oaks, pine needles,
Moments expressed…
Soundless colors, shimmering
On the edge of a prayer,
Mostly peaceful, but ever aware…
God is there – oh, yes, He is there.
Like the wildflowers,
Scattered on the distant dreams,
Unfolding blossoms for the soul,
Flourishing buds,
Crimson and soft, buttery blond,
Violets, wild and willful,
Pondering the sense of joy,
Magnificent…
Breaking through the seas,
Seas of laughing scenes, lonely –
Never lonely in the forest,
Where I go for the stillness, the calm,
The lingering touch of silence,
Blessings from One who knows me,
Knows just what my soul needs…
These forest walks with Him,
Who gives me a reason to believe,
Believe that I can find solace,
In the music of this melodious forest!
Categories:
secreted, appreciation, flower, nature, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Wrap your heart around the beautiful
Calming, soothing – in hues of joy,
Hope like nothing on earth can destroy…
Gentling the doubts, the confusion
With light that abides in the breathless
Portrayal of love, secreted in spirits
Who know that His life was the model
For our existence, our faith – our inspiration
Silencing worry and blessing with grace
Remember the moment when He smiled,
Speaking peace through your life,
Engaging your dreams with His encouraging
Stirring up passions, humbling, stunning
Miracles preventing the darkness
From obscuring the promises, the wishes
The everlasting peace, sweet serenity
Who abides inside the hearts, the minds
The souls of those who hear Him
When His voice trembles, echoing belief
Religion can never grasp the wonder
Love this alive, this electrifying – enlivening
Is more potent, more powerful, more mighty
Than any pleasure, any thrill, any desire…
This is love that is more than real – it is Him
The One who warms the spirit with joy,
Heartens the nature of those who adore Him,
Erases the temptations and revives the soul
With inspiration that bleeds through every fear,
Urging hearts to love beyond what we know…
With a love that only He can control – love
That is the author of my joy, the creator of my
Hope – the wisdom that I know is always
More brilliant than anything I might force
His love is the reason that I can honestly say
I know what it means to believe in grace
That is so wonderful it feels like –
God’s embrace!
Categories:
secreted, appreciation, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Shore lights buttress the sky's
vaulted dark and shed
a solemn hush along
the river's reach.
Set upon a calm,
fishing boats drift
the night towing lines
of vicious hooks.
Below them, the sediments
of lifetimes lay in secreted
scores cast in a language
lost to the ear. In the quiet
of evenings you can almost
hear the river breathe.
Something rises to speak,
falling silent as if an affliction
has made what
dwells there, mute.
In the distance, small fish
splash the surface pursued
by predators lunging up
from deep below. Then everything
chokes to a quiet.
The river flows on
and on, sealing in mud
the sad chorus
of unspoken sounds.
Categories:
secreted, river, sound, voice,
Form:
Free verse
Something dreadful is reflected in this scene
Could be she's seen death in a horrid dream, or
perhaps a relapse of an affliction or addiction
has left her crestfallen, in an insentient state
with the blood of her sin dripping from her eyes.
In vines, she's entangled for having sat so long
Grieving for whatever tragedy has gone wrong.
Entwined in living vines of a scarlet rose
more alive than she appears to be.
Is it a dark disgrace she bears in this pose?
One Poe would have drawn to illustrate a poem
telling a dark tale as black ravens preen.
With iridescent wings fluttering, they hover near
plucking at an ornament worn round her neck
Cawing attention to her pox in squawking voices,
making her circumspect for being called a sinner.
Has she committed some dark dastardly deed
that's left her sitting on that garden bench
as if in widow's threads, dreading her crime
and praying Mea Culpas for forgiveness?
Forlorn she sits, weary from existence,
oblivious to the avian souls. Do they guard her
or are they being persistent in cawing her shame?
Has she been the victim of some abysmal crime?
What horror must be kept secreted in her mind
and what keeps her kohled eyes closed as if blind?
Don't ask the black bird for he has sworn allegiance
Nevermore would he tell the tale of it all as she falls
ever deeper into the madness that has left her cold.
Aa alabaster statue on a garden bench.
Is she missing her beloved when he was claimed by death
or a wench who in an act of jealousy killed her lover?
The sin committed in passion is a mortal blunder and more...
A flaw in the heart of one Poe would never call Lenore.
Categories:
secreted, betrayal, dark, death,
Form:
Elegy