Best Sneak Off Poems
Friends take advantage of me;
they don't plan to, but they do.
After I have been their friend for a while,
betrayal often comes with a snide smile
that places the blame squarely upon me.
Defending themselves with lies,
they cut the bonds of friendship.
The ones I loved the most hurt me the most,
shielded by trust; they took me by surprise;
for I had craved their names into my heart.
In my youth, friends were plenty,
but time slowly thinned them out.
It hurts inside when I lose an old friend,
especially when they've stolen from me,
in light of everything I've done for them.
Kindness gets repaid with scorn,
even though I've done no wrong.
They accept no blame for treating me thus
and overstepping the bounds of friendship,
they tend to sneak off without looking back.
I count my friends on one hand,
and that makes my heart so sad.
Categories:
sneak off, angst, anxiety, betrayal, emotions,
Form:
Verse
(Sundays)
Each street sounded of
Lawn mowers, laughter, bicycles and bells
The odd car being revved up
And oh my! The heavenly smells
Each towns aroma was roast beef
Gravy and yorkie puds
When hungry tummies with baited breaths
Sneaked to the shops for sweets and other forbidden goods
Latch dogs roamed free in packs or joined in with us kids
Depositing delights, creating awful smelly skids
Ken Dod and his Diddy men, duster in his hand
'isn't it a nice day!' as he skipped through Diddy land
'eat up all your Brussels now!'
What a ruddy shame
That dog hates them as much as me
Traitor! Should be his name
Sneak off down the brick fields for some fun a fight or swim
Come home filthy and lie
About 'where on earth you've been?'
Four in a bath to stew and wash each others backs
Waters at a shortage now, unlike the dreaded smacks
Off to bed cross Lino floor to reach the bottom bunk
Can't wait to grow up now
And be a rebellious punk
Categories:
sneak off, childhood, nostalgia,
Form:
Imagism
Mother’s Day is coming and I should be happy about it, you know.
But instead of eating in… It’s eating out that we must joyfully go.
But remember, I have teenagers, Trolls, Dragon, and Hubby, too.
They’re doing me a kindness… It’s something I’ll remember… true.
This year, I mentioned McDonalds’ for it’s a rather inexpensive place.
Last year it was Bob Evans, but it became too expensive for my taste.
You see, they don’t know money, but are sooo loving, yes, that’s true.
Still, they eat more than they can collect, so I must pay, what’s due.
Now, you see my dilemma… Oh what, oh what, am I supposed to do?
So yes, I just smile, a loving smile, for their thoughtfulness, so what’s new?
Then I sneak off the bathroom, and pay the check sneakily on the way back.
Then tell them to pay their money, place the money on the table in a stack.
It makes a decent tip, stacks of change and from my Hubby some dollar bills.
But my credit card gets loaded, and of course, I do, myself, pay that bill.
So I hope you need some yard mowing, I’m retired, you know, of course.
I’ll do a good job, it’s how I pay that bill, and that’s the blooming source.
My bones are getting creaky, what is there to say, they love me, in their way.
And I love them sooo… so when mowing, do you give any tips, by the way?
Father’s Day is coming; so I must be off, sitting here, won’t pay the bills.
Teaching love, is easier than finance, but in time they’ll also learn that skill.
Happy Mother’s and Father’s Day to each and every one, under the sun.
Enjoy them while you have them, they’re precious, each and every one.
Categories:
sneak off, celebration, family, fantasy, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
Char- Sun
On the night of the charred sun a male child is born
The Indians called the harvest Moon a charred sun
This became the child’s name as he grew in wisdom
He was not a warrior he was born to be a healer
Char sun grew into a very strong spiritual man
When he was small, a white man had given him a flute
He told Char sun if he learned to play it, sweet music would arise
All of nature’s living things would come to sit at his feet
He would sneak off into the woods for hours at a time practicing
One night Char sun saw the same Moon he was born under
A voice began to speak to him and a fire entered him
The voice told him to play your gift will lead you
His fingers flew across the flute and the music was sweet
Coming from the forest were the deer, squirrels, eagles and bears
The rest of the tribe heard the music and began pouring into the forest
Curious about where the sweet music was coming from and why
Arriving upon such as seen the chief bent down and knelt on one knee
The remainder of the tribe slowly dropped one by one to their knees
For Char sun has become the holy man within the tribe
The animals that follow him carry the spirits of our ancestors
The chief stands to his feet and declares “This night Char sun
Has become our holy man called by the great king of the sky
The song of their tribe began to rise, paying homage to the king
Our winters will be fruitful and our land will prosper cried the chief
Char son was born to guide us into the holy lands
Each warrior here will follow and protect him
The buffalo will run and our bellies will be full
Our time of famine has been broken through the gift
Of
Char sun
Carole Cookie Arnold
Constance La France’s Contest
Tell His Story
Categories:
sneak off, native americannight, sweet, music,
Form:
Free verse
Grandpa Troll! Grandpa Troll! Hurry! Come at once! Dragon broke my foot!
He tripped over his invisible Chameleon Dogasaurus pet. Stomping on my foot!
Darn it all… Darn it all… I think, I’ll put my cast up his cute little… ornery butt.
I know! I KNOW! I should have, given him a whistle to wake up his sleeping pet.
And his Lolly can’t be seen, whenever she’s at rest. Still, if I gave him a whistle…
At sunrise he’d blow it in my ear… cause he thinks it’s time for me to get up!
You know he’d enjoy blowing that thing at four AM, then sneak off for a nap!
OH! I’m not in the mood to argue, this thing; I need to get quickly to the Doc!
Bummer! Bummer! Now I won’t be swimming in the lake, till later in the fall!
It’ll ruin my summer! What do you mean? I shouldn’t complain, so much, at all!
I was about to cut the grass! And, yes to paint the house, and other outside stuff!
Like running thru the grass! And, I can’t wash my car while playing with the hose!
I’ll have trouble driving with this foot… Oh woe… oh woe… is me, for sure!
Summer’s here! I’ll be trapped, in a cast! It’ll itch, whenever I’m out in the heat!
Darn it all… Darn it all… couldn’t he have done it… in the icky, chilly later fall!
I know! I know! Complaining doesn’t help! But it hurts! My future looks so, bleak!
You’ll mow the lawn… and wash the car? The other Trolls will paint the house?
And Dragon will HAVE to give me rides… where ever I want to go, for sure?
Well, he does look sad… Those are really big tears… He says he’ll let me fly?
Maybe with family all around, it won’t be so bleak… as I originally, first thought.
We’ll have a party, to sign my cast? Grandpa Troll you surely are the very best!
Quite crying, Dragon… and help me up… This can be a great adventure, after all!
And I promise to get a whistle, just for you… if you don’t blow it in the night…
Hurry up, you guys! It hurts, you know! Be careful with my foot! It’s time to go!
Dedicated to all us kids with broken bones... in the summer.
Categories:
sneak off, family, fantasy, fear, feelings,
Form:
Light Verse
too many late nights out with who knows who
coming home and masturbating to a ***** instead of making love
slapping and pushing me around after coming home drunk
telling me you were out with friends smelling like purfume
lipstick stains around the whole on your boxer shorts
finding your wedding ring in the ashtray of the car
late night and early morning phone calls that you reject
calling out sick to work to sneak off with eyvette
finding the bed sheets on the floor with wet spots on them
blond pubic hairs on the toliet seat when yours are black
not taking me out in public in the daylight hours
screaming her name at me when we fought ooops you forgot
stealing money from our account to go and get high
then turn around and tell me its all a friggen lie
not going to my mothers funeral or my grandfathers too
abandoning me when i went to prison leaving me all alone
sleeping with my little sister and blaming it on the alcohol
leaving in one outfit returning two days later in something new
changing your cell phone number and not giving it to me
locking me out the house and calling the police
you creep
these are the many things i forgive you for
i love you so much i need this to say goodbye
love and forgiveness comes hand and hand
loving and knowing when to walk away is hell
..............................for the jim fish love and forgiveness contest...............................
Categories:
sneak off, forgivenessme, home, forgiveness, home,
Form:
Dust swirls heavily in the air
I choke on each painful breath.
Wailing cries from everywhere
mingled with blood and throes of death.
Turn cloak! You sneak off with jingling gold
singing some cowardly song.
No moral creed, no worthy code
a vile traitor you’ve been all along.
I will not die, not here, not now…
these grievous wounds aside.
I’ll hunt for you, and this I vow,
my vengeance shall not be denied.
So make your peace, you pathetic worm
together to hell we’ll abscond.
I’ll be your escort, if just to confirm
it’s the devil from whence you were spawned.
Who making acquaintance, shall mightily hiss,
your perfidious deeds he’ll revile.
Forever you’ll anguish in silent abyss,
to hell’s deepest circle, I’ll see you exiled.
And when you regret ever having been born
and seek desperately, an end to your strife,
I’ll come with a sneer, and a token of scorn:
the gold which you thought worth my life.
07/30/15
Categories:
sneak off, betrayal, death, evil, money,
Form:
Quatrain
The hottest lines - one after the other I devour
Salty - sultry - tasty - juicy sweet like a toasted flower.
The ink runs from the corners of my brain,
Oh God, have I been eating poetry again?
I made the mistake of swallowing one set of rhymes when
The librarian appeared, putting on her necklace chain
Reading glasses while looking down her nose.
Her eyeballs rolled, her head shook out her woes.
Tearing off another page with her walking toward me,
She was about to release the dogs - I had nowhere to flee.
She stomped her feet and began to weep
As I crumble the next page into a heap.
She backed away as I snarl and I bark,
Crunch, crunch, crunch - swallowing all the way to the question mark.
Finding her nerve she approaches me with a moan,
Then I watch in amazement as she tears off a page of her own.
Folding it up in the palm of her hand, she smiles
And growls and shoves the whole page in while
Pulling out another book from a hidden pocket of her dress.
We sneak off together into a hidden recess.
The hottest lines - one after the other we devour
Salty - sultry - tasty - juicy sweet like toasted flowers.
The ink runs from the corners of our brains,
Oh God, have we been eating poetry again?
With baited eyes we snarl and bark,
Chomping with joy in this bookish dark.
Categories:
sneak off, addiction, adventure, art, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
My Greatest Gift
and Biggest Weakness
I recall my parents warning me, I was a little dense.
That my greatest gift and biggest weakness
was that I trusted so easily. My uniqueness
lies in the manner that I never take offence.
I've trusted and have been taken for a fool
yet each time I find myself trusting again, life's a sham.
It's a weakness, a flaw, and yet it's who I am.
I constantly put myself in predicaments to be plied like a tool.
My first high school football game was also my last.
My friends convinced me to sneak off, "We'll have a blast."
Whilst outside we strolled around chatting.
When it came time to go back in, they stood laughing.
I felt awful. I was played for a fool.
Shortly after my parents took me out of school.
8/26/2018
True story
Categories:
sneak off, football, trust,
Form:
Rhyme
Horror Story.
Wife’s gone to bed, there’s a spooky sound
Still scared of the dark when no one’s around
I hear her snore in the room above,
A reassuring growl, is just enough
In the film a killer is stalking
All the lights off, no one’s talking
Turn on the lights, an involuntary scream
Has no affect on those in the scene
A glint of a knife, raised in a hand
Bet she regrets this one-night stand
I know, I know, it’s only acting
I could tell, the kind she’s attracting
I’d have given her really sound advice
Forget the murderer, find someone nice.
But no, he’s here, no is not the answer
She’s an undercover cop, not exotic dancer
The tables are turned, during the struggle
I sneak off to bed, give the wife a cuddle.
David Cox 17/02/23
Categories:
sneak off, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Every day at this time I need a rest;
A bit of time when I can close my eyes.
Finding some quiet can be quite the quest.
And, if I do, it’s a real surprise.
Sneak off in silence and say no goodbyes…
Letting anyone know would be unwise.
Afternoon shutdown of my tired brain
Makes quality productivity lack.
Keeping my focus becomes such a strain.
I can’t get things done. I can’t stay on track.
I’m told to get up and go get a snack
But too much of this, the boss blows his stack.
My eyes grow heavy, my mind wanders off.
Coworkers laugh as I constantly yawn.
“Get to bed earlier!” I hear them scoff.
It’s not the late night. It’s the early dawn,
And how sleeping time is so quickly gone,
Plus how the work day just drags on and on…
If you want me to get all my work done,
Give me a nap, if only a short one.
4/30/19 Urban Sonnet Contest - Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
sneak off, work,
Form:
Sonnet
If I could close my eyes and click my heels
and travel back in time,
I'd be at Apollo 11 Launch Pad,
on July 16 of 1969.
The original crew was only three,
but now there'll be one more.
We're headed for the moon,
where no one has been before!
Four days after launch,
we will reach our destination.
If I could only sneak off first, I thought,
it would be a great sensation!
Apollo 11 blasted off,
we left without a flaw.
I took along my camera
so I could film the things I saw!
20 July, we reach the moon.
We're excited there's no doubt.
Armstrong, when we finally land
will be the first one out.
I'm trying to think of a clever way
to beat him to the door.
If I were the first man on the moon,
I'd be famous for evermore!
But then I started thinking,
this is a dream, it isn't true.
I can't be changing history,
so there's just one thing to do!
So, I closed my eyes and clicked my heels
and traveled back to now.
Although the journey wasn't real
I enjoyed it anyhow!
Contest: "Close your eyes and click your heels"
Name: Ralph Taylor
Categories:
sneak off, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
So here we are Laura, reached your 40th birthday
seems like only yesterday, on tower green we`d play
our childhood a close knit experience,happy memories no doubt
"its twenty five past, cant go to work without a shirt " Gail would shout.
Running to the shop as kids for a penny chew
always garaunteed Michelle was after you.
Laura you would sneak off,to meet your now husband Paul
me and Gail peaking through the window, backs against the wall.
Always dressed immaculately, and a heart of gold
for this is such a commodity, that cannot be bought or sold.
A beautiful natural lady,you have gone far in your life
raising three beautiful girls, and Paul are man and wife.
I am so proud to have you, and simply call my friend
i know that we will have this bond,right til the very end.
If i could have my time again, i wouldn`t change a thing
the lives we have lead,not alot more can bring.
We all settled down in life,that we cannot moan
but if ever i feel i need my friend,she at the other end of the fone.
Happy 40th birthday Laura love from Skin and Paul ***
Categories:
sneak off, best friend, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme
I think... no, I know
I've become addicted to you
And those gorgeous words you speak.
I can't help myself,
I have to sneak off and talk to you
Even when I know I shouldn't.
I'm addicted to the things you say,
The way you make me feel
And how my heart jumps every time I hear from you.
You are my drug, without even trying.
I take a shot of you in the morning,
Then the afternoon,
And at bed time.
You wake me up, and you help me sleep.
I am lost without you.
Categories:
sneak off, loveme, me, drug,
Form:
Free verse
If I were famous – wanting to remain unseen
I’d have a secret way to leave my house.
While I’d sneak off as quiet as a mouse,
I’d have a “double” leave by limosine!
My house would have a pool inside and out!
My rooms would be so lovely and pristine
because I’d have myself (without a doubt)
a trusted staff to garden and to clean.
I’d use my money for good causes, and
I’d travel in the comfort of my jet.
Despite all that, I wouldn’t act all grand,
for never domineering could I get!
Perhaps a movie critic I would be.
I’d have a screening room. Friends I’d invite
to view new movies in my house with me.
At Oscars, in attendance I would be.
Though famous, I’d be like I am today -
still down to earth and working with my mind.
A homebody most likely I would stay,
and always I’d remember to be kind.
March 16, 2021 for Joe Sandler's If I Were Famous Poetry Contest
Categories:
sneak off, life,
Form:
Rhyme