Escape From Poems | Examples

Escape from an Ivory Tower

   Teleological
      hypotheses bore me

   Tautological phraseology
      snores me

   A beer and a burger ~
      I adore thee

Plotting my Escape from My Abuser

If you could read my mind
it would be more difficult for me to escape
I have the craftiest plan
but it will not work if you do read my mind

I am a ghost here, you have taken all of my blood
Bloodless, friendless and alone, I ponder my fate
Do I have enough energy left to make a break for it?
What if you catch me, will I be dead?

If you could read my mind, you would know I am miserable
Something I fear to tell you, for you are a mean pouter
I plot my path, wanting to undertake a new journey
It does not include you, but I wisely keep this hidden

Because I fear your wrath, your temper and your meanness
Because I am terrified of what you might do to me.
Where is my dog? He disappeared a long time ago.
If he is dead, where is his body? I plot my escape.

It would be good to escape from this place, to detach myself from heavy memories

It would be good to escape from this place, to detach myself from heavy memories,
To leave behind the shadows and stories that have intertwined over time,
To lose myself on unseen paths, seeking the hidden mystery of the unknown,
But staying has its own charm, a bittersweet taste of nostalgia,
All those goddesses of the past, now living in their palaces of dust and dreams,
Weaving their stories with every intensely lived soap opera episode,
And those heroes from the yearbook, with their smiles frozen in time,
Have become keepers of the mundane, among paperwork and sandwiches, searching for meaning.
It's fascinating to stay and watch how dreams scatter in the wind,
How reality wears its heavy cloak over hopes and desires,
But when you step in front of the mirror, avoid seeking the truth of time,
Not to see how the years flow, how they slip away without return in life's hourglass,
In the inevitable whirl of things slowly disappearing into the shadow of forgetting.

Escape from the City

Honking cars and shaking fists.
I can't take much more of this.
I hear it clearly, get the gist, 
"Hey A...h...!"

It is stressful and it's gritty.
Life here is not so pretty.
Scraping by in the city
is a hassle. 

Ah, in the country, I'd feel the breeze...
A little bird flits down from the trees
He opens his beak as if to sneeze
and... "Hey A...h...!"

Escape From Life

What becomes of a world of war?
The world is crowded, lonely, happy and sad
Bored I am of life I am bored
Whisperings of life hint it is stressed

The strait between hope and despair
Forthwith bears an obscure seclusion
A menace seeping through the pores of gladness
What is deprived but a hope that's deferred?

To live again is as sure as to die
To die is as certain as to live
How live the man of what kills him?
He obviously kills what keeps him alive

There's no goodness in the dead
You only live alive to forge ahead
Fall down flat, bounce back up
You fall deceased, but not back up

Next to the senile mind of wisdom I learn
The juvenile meddles unashamedly with the root of serious evils
I behold aloof as the young cruelly earns
The black and gray seek an escape from life's tempest

Escape From a Plague of Pain

She searched for Paradise,
instead,
the road led her to a land of demise.
A plague of pain had rolled out on this land,
it had spread across, through the evil tongue.

She looked around,
mainly
suppressed souls were found.
Silent roars of their sufferings extend for miles,
screams were suffocated, behind fabricated smiles.

Foul tongues were twisted together,
gathered under narcissistic scarves.
Sharp words were wounding each other
tearing their inner selves in halves.

In contrast, she chose to rise above,
reconnect with her spirit,
She surrendered to love,
God became her guide in living.

You can search, but you will not find,
if you are looking from amongst blind.
Pure spirits are floating high in the sky,
join them by freeing your soul, letting it fly.

Tune in to the rhythm of your soul,
feel the God, He guides your move,
peace lies on the path to wholeness,
don’t stop until you reach its brightness.

Escape From Within

If peace was like a river then it would not be peace
It would just be a shiver that is mistaken for bliss
All the cataract's all the wavers,it would not cease for your pleas
Shouts and screams chanting save her,but it's all in your dreams
Musical notes such as quavers,wash up your nightmares wash off your sins
Relieve the pain relieve the danger, hold my hand though am a stranger

Ten Minutes For Escape From Rape

Ten minutes you have for escape
From a scene of the craziest rape,
Where the sex urge of men makes Ape:
Once they start their show mouths agape!

Better you're shipped to a lone cape:
Drinkers of the sweet serve one grape;
Your graceful neck sealed up to nape; 
Pen knife to off Rapist's tool scrape...

Now, five wretched minutes for escape!
Can you one bring off: Clean Escape?

What's On the Calendar

I thought here
bottom of the filthy world
there was where to give impetus
climb back and live
but the floor is foggy
this ground is made of nothing
someone screams in the apartments
because they always have
another bitter word for you
but I see multiplied
with my broken glasses
and almost toothless
I chew different feelings
inside I sweeten tears
caress the deformed ego
the soft hands
carving false realities
that in some other december
they will also turn against me

Escape From Prison

Prisoner mortally confined,
plotting your escape like Papillon,
conceiving freedom like a zoo animal.
Then dreaming on, 
you meet a flying child in all your mirrors.
Nearly weightless, pulled in every gale,
lifted like a kite,  
catapulted high over every trail.
Then dreaming on,
you are the drafty power of your path,
the easy elevation of your flight.
This embedded skill is never forgotten.
Deep within the hippocampus,
your winged Poseidon,
the flying child in all your mirrors.
Then dreaming on,
soaked in sleep, reverie’s seahorse.
Flying child,
free of worldly constraints,
free of torment and angst,
free in oceans and skies,
your tourist anima continues vaulting.
But then, eyes open in the dim grimness,
You remember this cell,
these sad limits of the corporeal.
Yet, how is it that your dreams know more?
Prisoner mortally confined.

Accepted for Publication: The Opiate Journal, spring 2023

Hope

Hope,
as a sparrow chirps and claims the sky,

Hope,
Escape velocity 
from planet 
despair,

Hope,
Cracks that let the light in,

Hints 
Of fresh morning
air,

Hope,
The sound of laughter,

Tears of care,

Hope
I pray, 
you're always 
here.

John Roberts

Escape From the City

Mountains with vibrant floras
Led down to fruit laden orchards
In the verdant vales below.
I heard her then, a syrupy song
Of tender love and feats of old.
I stood beneath an apple tree
As her song wafted on the breeze,
Sliding in and around the fruit trees,
Scattering aromatic fragrance around.

Serendipitously I came onto a small farm.
A small river wended its tortuous way. 
A small bridge took me to several patches 
Where vegetation grew.  I could live there forever.

All around I enjoyed the serenity 
That I had craved for but rarely found.
Swiftly night descended as the moon 
Rose from beyond the low hills.

How I enjoyed the evening farm food 
Where I was invited and then 
A good night sleep in their spare bedroom.
But morn came, and grudgingly had to leave.

Back into the heart of the city,
Large edifices, black with age.
Everywhere the smell of stale food, burning oil,
And a hint of smoked marijuana.
O to be rich and escape forever
To my lovely vale, now so far away.

Escape From Chestnut's Edge

The split level blinks
	at Chestnut End under 
	twilight's tremble, ripping me, 
	the oily menhaden bait,
	from the under boot

The Chestnut dwellers bold
interrogative flushes him down 
then plunges-up the flotsam 
village scrawler

	the way you talk
	to a blooming night blooming
	to a blow-fish blown unsuspecting
	of the scuttle, skating the wake away

The insomniacs billow from
their raged ranches, wisely, 
and after supper, tumbling 
the trickster tumbledowning 
the scrawler, the baitster 
dip-fished in his own inkwell.

	Ripped and chipped 
	in my underbrush
	I hunker down loading
	the mossy mossbunkers 
	inside my spitball.
	Kicking, winding up
	tumbling down madly aiming
	for the ramshackle fence,
	escaping once again

in my handsome
lederhosen.

Escape From Within

If peace was like a river then it would not be peace
It would just be a shiver that is mistaken for bliss
All the cataract's all the wavers,it would not cease for your pleas
Shouts and screams chanting save her,but it's all in your dreams
Musical notes such as quavers,wash up your nightmares wash off your sins
Relieve the pain relieve the danger, hold my hand though am a stranger

Escape From Thunder and Lightning

Escape from thunder and lightning, 
Remain or stay in safe shelter; 
And if you are out on the street, 
Hurry up and run for cover.

Don't get out of the house at least
Half an hour after the last sound; 
Stay inside the building until
The risk is nowhere to be found.

Keep away from powerful stuffs
Like computers and corded phones; 
Never be in direct contact
With these electricity zones.

Avoid plumbing, including sinks, 
As well as the baths and faucets; 
Run away from frightening harm, 
Evade the nature's wraths and threats.

Stay away from windows and doors, 
Remain calm beneath the ceiling; 
Stay off veranda or porches, 
Escape from thunder and lightning.

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