Best Sneak Out Poems
…you knew
No one should know the things I know,
nor bear the scars of such knowledge,
nor should they be forced by circumstance
to discard all of memory’s treasures.
The Llama will spit when the burden’s too great
but the child, he will bury it deep
carry it with him wherever he goes
condition himself not to weep.
The Lion will roar when wounded and weak
lash out at the wind and the rain
the child will yell from his spot deep in hell
and be told he must learn to forgive.
The rats will sneak in – the rats will sneak out
and feast on the lies they deny
the child in plain sight will cry through the night
and be ushered away at sunrise.
There are cracks in the walls as the empire falls
yet the liars still raise a gold chalice
hide in the cloud of incense they spread
to obscure their despicable malice.
So if a child yells, tells you of cold hells
of memories tortured and chained
look into his eyes and search for his soul
and weep, for he knows that you knew.
©2/14/2018
Categories:
sneak out, abuse, betrayal, children, religion,
Form:
Verse
GISELLE AND MOM
My name is La Belle Giselle,
Round my neck is a bell,
Love my mom, who feeds me,
But sneak out for a midnight
Snack up our lovely oak tree,
Or wander in the garden
For a yummy
Meal, fill my tummy
Then feel content, fat and cool,
Marcelle knows what
I’m up to,
He’s no bodies fool.
He’s getting old, so sleeps,
Just sleeps and purrs,
Next to Dad, both of
Us have such silky furs!
I always bring a small tit bit
For Marcelle, but tonight split
It in two, one for you,
Which I always do,
Giselle whispers to Marcelle,
And one for mom
She will be so proud
Of me, no doubt!
My lips are all bloody
And my whiskers too,
Had to tiptoe back in, but clean
Any mousy or grasshopper
Blood or goo, too true,
And jump up on the duvet
You bet,
And knead, a comfortable place
Next to mum, my own space!
Killer by night and by day
Lovable kitty,
Mom always lets me have my way!
Next morning, rudely awoken
By screams and a yell
Last night I had found out how
To loosen my bell,
So mom couldn't hear
And therefore tell,
But I no longer felt swell,
For there was a nasty smell,
Come here kitty cat said mum,
As she refastened my loose bell,
Sorry, I wanted to say,
It was merely a gift,
To say wow what a great face lift,
But will never, ever deign,
Bring you a dead mouse again!
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Categories:
sneak out, cat, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I don't look at stars anymore.
As a boy I would sneak out into the night
to hear the horses and barn mice
chewing over their hurts and simple hopes.
I could smell the waking dreams
of dogs and cats.
a nocturnal alchemy I considered
to be an extension of my integral soul.
I did not look upwards
I looked inwards and saw where I was
in that sensory cauldron, the broth of being.
One clear and cold night,
I looked up and knew that I was far away,
far away from this farmed backwater,
far from these backwoods,
the barn, the flagstone kitchen, my mother,
my father, myself.
The stars, those blazing guardians
of eternal silence, held me
enthralled to a distance I could not imagine.
I was only this tenuous stem of blood,
left here to sway on the edge of an horizonless night,
a vastness that held my breath and heartbeat
in the limbo of its indifferent favor.
That night, the stars spoke to me
in the language of the dead.
For a moment, the far away echoed close,
while I, like a moth, felt pinned to the void.
I heard the starlight sing and if that song had words
it would have said:
We harvest your dreams,
set fire to them, use there ash
and your ashes to come, for fuel.
Only we exist among the doomed.
Only the stars.
Categories:
sneak out, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Way back then when I was two,
I couldn't even tie my shoe.
But I could stand up on a chair
to retrieve my teddy bear.
Way back then when I was four,
I'd sneak out the doggie door,
cause the door latch was too high
for such a little guy.
Way back then when I was six,
I could really do some tricks.
I would climb way up in trees
and hang there from my knees.
Way back then when I was eight,
I sure loved to roller skate.
It was always quite a thrill
to go flying down a hill.
Way back then when I was ten,
I for swimming had a yen.
From a cliff beside the falls
I did lots of cannonballs.
When I think of stuff I did
when I was just a kid,
I'm stumped how one so bold
could end up getting old.
January 23, 2016
Categories:
sneak out, humor, humorous, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
A chambermaid whose name is Marlia
Had the most terrible diarrhoea
Whilst scrubbing a loo
She needed to pooh
Poop flowed freely from her posterior
It splattered on the newly scrubbed door
Gloopy poop was all over the floor
There was a huge mess
It covered her dress
Her poor tummy was ever so sore
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Marlia was filled with sorrow
A clean dress she had to borrow
flies were attracted
The mess compacted
clean up required a harrow!
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
If only she'd have taken a Tums
No mess would be left on her bums
she's still in despair
a stench in the air
To the scent of poop she succumbs
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
Marlia was dumb, thinking it was just gas
But it was much more that she had to pass
The day was torrid
Her stench was horrid
Now everyone knows Marlia has no class
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Marlia tried hard to sneak out
the trail of her poop left no doubt
Lysol was sprayed,
Her funk still stayed
cause her poop kept running out
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
Poor, poor Marlia stunk up the room
Her hubby left and she has no groom
He ran for the hills
No more night thrills,
Now she's alone and her life is doom
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
21-07-17
Categories:
sneak out, body, humorous, irony, jobs,
Form:
Limerick
In deep forest with rotten leaves and wood
Where the sun’s light finds it hard to reflect.
Where wind won't blow even if it could
below dense undergrowth, it’s deadwood wrecked.
There is much silence there; all sound in check.
Here’s where the webs of spiders hang and cling
few flowers bloom, but weeds and mosses grow.
Broken branches and twigs which the trees fling
shrivel mushrooms that smell like sour bread dough.
In there hides the things the wood fairy knows.
A secret of life the wood fairy knows.
His burrow dug deep in the undergrowth
as he hibernates under winter's snow
to sneak out come spring to run to and fro
to play tricks on man and animals both.
As he plays in the light between the trees
while hiding in shadows of moss clothed stones.
So very often heard but seldom seen
is his deadwood follies with fancy tones
like the shadows themselves the forest owns.
Here in the deepest woods man seldom finds
the burrows of fairies or nest of crows
for we only go where the bare trail winds
and we walk as if our eyes were closed.
We seldom find what the wood fairy knows.
I have pilfered in deep, dark woods in vain
probing for what the wood fairy owns.
I have concluded we are all the same.
It is in oneself where happiness grows.
This is the secret the wood fairy knows.
Categories:
sneak out, faith, philosophylight, fairy, light,
Form:
Quintain (English)
While cleaning house I over heard the Trolls talking down below.
There was to be a battle in the grove, between a bear and a Troll.
They said this would be the end, to beat all ends, as only one would win.
Well, I’m a mother… so this worried me… on how this would all end.
A Troll and a Bear… fighting…I feared nothing good could come of that.
So, I had to find a way to come between them, to stop them in their tracks.
I talked to the Trolls, who said: this was a thing they… simply… had to do.
In fact, they said they’d all go, and would cheer it on, till it was finally through.
They left when I wasn’t looking, and I had to be there to stop it… so I ran.
The battle would be in the Bear groves where the bully frogs all live.
First I tripped over a root, breaking my shoe, so barefoot… I continued on.
Then I fell into the creek, coming up with mud everywhere, all around.
Brambles caught my shirt tearing my sleeve, but I certainly, wouldn’t give up.
I’ll admit, that Panic does some strange things, as I continued… to… speedup.
Watching where I was going would have been a really good thing, I agree.
But, I ran into the grove, a mad woman, with pepper spray in my grasp, you see.
Low and behold, I’d been wrong! There was a card game quietly going on.
The bears and the Trolls in their best clothes: and all sat there, giving a yawn.
It then dawned; this was a poker game of high stakes, which I had come upon.
The bully frog referees and everyone looked at me, like my mind was totally gone.
Actually, that’s probably right... Maybe, with worry… I truly had… gone mad.
Quietly I sat down, to watch the game… until the bear won it all… how sad.
Embarrassed, I tried to quietly sneak out: very quickly, you can be assured.
Low and behold, I ran straight into a tree… getting their attention, for sure.
Laughing hilariously, one of the Trolls picked me up, and carried me home.
He said, he was afraid for my health, should I be allowed to further roam.
They were right of course, but my mind will be better by tomorrow morn
You’ll see… I’ll prove it… when my next new poem is born…
Categories:
sneak out, adventure, fantasy, funny, imagination,
Form:
Light Verse
Bullies
Bullies shouldn't prosper, Bullies shouldn't win,
Do they realise the pain they cause as they stand and grin?
Picking on the weak ones, some half of their size,
If a victim stood up to them, they'd get a big surprise,
You have a fear of going to school or fear of going to work,
Victims lives are being ruined while the perpetrators smirk
You sneak out of the school and the lonely streets you roam
You pray to God that they don't follow you home
You lay in your bedroom both day and night
Tears streaming and in pain, no-one cares about your plight
You endure being held down, feeling blows dealt to your head
But no-one cares to intervene, so they stand and watch instead
Bruised and battered and terrified after each attack
Then later on in life the scars are still present on your back
PTSD and night terrors soon become the norm
The very rare restful night is the calm before the storm
Bullying can continue later on in life
A helpless victim at the mercy
Of a husband or a wife
Bullies think they are invincible
When to a victim they attach
But bide your time and one day
They will meet their match
Categories:
sneak out, anger, bullying, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
MY WIFE
*************
my love, my wife; first met at work, my love.
we would meet each day, kiss, then go our way,
her on the line, me, my office above.
for ten months that way it had, it did stay!
however, topman, me, had perks, tea breaks,
daytime dates true love will find a way; true!
oft we sneak out time our own true love, mates!
my heart, it beats, waits to hear, 'i love you'
i love you, will you be my wife, for life?
let us, now two, let us become as one.
when love, much joy, goodwill, happy times, rife!
where eye's talk and smiles drift, no need to run.
forty-eight years now as one, tears? yes of joy!
for our firstborn, a redhead, yes, a boy!
Categories:
sneak out, kiss, love, true love,
Form:
Sonnet
I often do things my way
some times getting into trouble
especially when I was younger
the rules were there for breaking
A real scourge when at school
my teachers often despaired
boarding school was not fun
except for secret midnight rides
Even now I still go my way
although staying with in the law
my dad says I have my own way
of doing things, he is quite right
I just refuse to be a sheep
blindly following the others
if it does not make sense
then I always go my own way
footnote
I used to sneak out on moonlit nights catch up a horse and ride it through the fields
with just a halter or bridle great fun
Categories:
sneak out, dad, life, school, teacher,
Form:
Verse
Take a Step Forward and Don't Look Back
Drama of lover’s fears and tears.
I place my hands up to my ears,
Roll my eyes, and walk away,
Oh, why does it have to be this way?
Why can't things ever change for us?
~
I take a deep breath
And sneak out until the air clears.
Into the comfort of my room
And close the door
Where I find tranquility
And serenity of silence.
I lay on my bed with a good book
And open the door
Entering a fantasy world of
Medieval castles with Prince and Princess
Courtly manners and courtly love,
Knights with their codes of chivalry.
Fire breathing dragons and magic fairies,
Greek & Roman gods and goddesses.
~
You will never experience
All that is wonderful
If you keep focusing
On the bad experience
That’s behind you.
~
Where is the justice?
~
Take a step forward,
Forget the evil of the past.
Lay it all on a pyre
And put it a flame
And watch it all go up in flames.
Just walk away
And don't
Look back.
8/25/2015
Categories:
sneak out, conflict, fantasy, moving on,
Form:
Free verse
I think my MOO MOJO has let me down
that HE bull, Morris, just grunts and frowns
he doesn't even glance around
when I pass by, I'm just another COW.
Those devilish twins, Dan and Dick
sneak out at night to play their tricks
while I try to sleep, they go COW DIP
and knock me down, they need a good WHIP.
And every morning, when Sally MILKS me
she pulls so hard, it nearly KILLS me
It's an UDDER shame, one day, you'll see
I'll KICK her good, when she ain't looking!
I'm in a baneful MOOD, I feel so alone
Just wandering along, I MOO and I MOAN
I chew my old CUD and aimlessly roam
Wish I weren't filled with these dang HORMONES!
Written on 2/19/2016
Categories:
sneak out, animal, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam
Pondering what we are and who I am
Now that we finally raised a family
Is there anything left just for you and me
Seems each week is just like the one before
So what have we both been working for
Too many years lost daily nine to five
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive
Wanna find some island Shangri-La
A tranquil sunny spot with no hoopla
Some place lost we could easily hide
That can't be found in a tourist guide
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
We could forget all about the noisy mobs,
Boomerang children and annoying jobs,
And go online, book a one-way flight--
Escape while we can out into the night
Gotta find that tropical getaway
Somewhere unspoiled where the locals play
With fishing boats, seabirds & mango trees,
And spicy hot scents carried on the breeze
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Gotta find that tropical paradise
Where nights are warm and folks are nice
Where green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
I wanna hold you close on an empty beach
'neath a crystal full moon just out of reach
We could sneak out behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Categories:
sneak out, angst, imagery, love, marriage,
Form:
Lyric
My cats have decided on this blustery cold morn,
To hide under the covers and stay oh so warm.
The wind keeps howling, making them shake,
While under the covers cozy it does make.
Moving may not be an option for me
For as I stretch the closer they be.
I tried to sneak out real quiet you see,
Buy they caught on quick and reprimanded me.
We all know who rules this house
And today we're not moving even for a mouse.
Categories:
sneak out, cat, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Climbing, clawing, teeth grinding, gnawing
bitter seething while breathing rotten air
The path hair raising, amazing and a bit dazing
trees shaking and quaking as if making a dare
Leaves crunching and bunching underneath each footstep
I'm creeping with each move to sneak out of there!
Wind swirling and hurling particles of debris
it keeps howling, scooping and swooping as I head toward my lair
Sudden silence emerges. There arises a calm at the end of the thicket.
It's Wonderful and inviting with silent moonbeams glow as I stare.
Categories:
sneak out, adventure, angst, imagination, nature,
Form: