Fleeing Poems | Examples

Israelis Fleeing

some people welcome,
with Palestinian flags,
Israelis fleeing

Fish Fleeing

sand between the toes 
rising up catching the wave 
fish fleeing past feet

POEM A

For the heart
knows not when to fall  
or when to stand tall.  
that God gave us feet  
for those moments in between 
when we’re caught  
between falling or fleeing.
if your heart can’t bear it anymore
run. Just run.  
run until the sun itself  
begins to crave your shadow.

fleeing ---

the 
    flames
              of
                time
                      (in)
                   a
             time
          of
flames

Fleeing

Fleeing
      this world a while    
   harnessing the night air,
 I'm swimming in constellations
              flying   
  A pen and a nocturnal grin 
    I daydream in the dark 
        sparkling bright
              writing.

Fleeing From Festus

At Festus I no longer wave. 
I should save a not–safe image. 
At all persons Festus would rave, 
With this triggering plain outrage…

Last cause of Festus’ Anger “Dave”,
For which he called the Poor Guy “Slave”
“The best roof over Dave’s Head ‘Cave’s,”
The scene he’d keep frequenting ‘Grave’s…

Now; I am often on the run,
Mingling with Festus ‘poorest fun’…
Who knows? Tomorrow, a shot-gun
And the deed as good as ‘just done.’

Anita, Stanley and Poor Me 
Festus won’t allow to feel free.

Fleecing Fleeing Fleas Through Tall Trees

birds with many bees
had been fleecing fleeing fleas
who were in tall trees

Fleeing Moon

It's bewitching time
moon is fleeing from ghostly
couple's interred vows 

Written: October 14, 2022

To a Fleeing Billy Goat

I powerfully doubt,
If you wont be soon out:
At this decided pace,
The lion humble in a race;
(Unless you court a banned steroid
That the living enables to act Humanoid
For , indeed, l’ve seen you gallop
But at a speed for your sure wallop
Your morale above fifty percent,
Still a far cry from lion’s ninety nine percent!

Many things now wasting your gains,
Your naivety helping the pains. 
Then, comes the bundle between your thigh:
Your ever spinning scrotum deaf to “why?”
Ceaselessly, The Oscillatory,
In smell cheap to every Olfactory:
A Never–To–Retire Sex Tool
That steadily makes you a fool,
Certain now via the lion’s Paws
To catapult you to death’s jaws…

More chances oblige you to sorrow.
Than ones of grazing tomorrow.

Fleeing

Don't flee with my emotions. I poured my emotions into a human who was half empty half full like the tale of the glass. My cup runneth over with passion to care, passion to share, passion to be myself no one else. I wish for all others the same freewill choice. To choose the desires closes to our hearts. At times those desires light at times those desires dark. A compatible companion with consideration for our imperfections aids our growth and maturity in the spectrum of right and wrong. When did the fleeing start? When did our disagreements start to pull us apart? At first our compromise to agree to disagree without a blink couldn't keep us apart. Now it seems a new day has nothing to offer; cause the person we poured our emotions into is fleeing with the other half of each other's heart. Learning love is a continuous road when love is poured into self first. The journey that can get turbulent at times yet continues to unite like spirits, minds, hearts, and liked bodies....



                             

                                             Enjoy!!!!

Fleeing Emptiness

Moon is still behind glum clouds
Sullen is the garb of a silent sky
So much like how he feels tonight
Anxious in the night laden in dark

Stars are opaquely hanging listless
Like the glimmer of her grieved vibes
Dimming in saddened teary eyes
Refusing to proffer a happy smile

A chatter heard from birds’ nest
Breaks their muffled silence
Quivering pulse of anguished feelings
Rattling summer’s lavender dreams
Drifting away in coral winds
From fragrant garden’s ruby appeal

A lone bird now leaves its abode
And sits close by, staring at him
Ambivalent of travails it heard
Unsure to yield, unwilling to leave

Bawl of strife’s persistent despair
Slowly fades in decaying night
As moon is starting to pierce dark,
So are the twinkles of distant stars
Waning in purple of rising dawn
Glinting on blush of the tinted arc

Seeing the lone bird sprinting above
Spanning wings in blazing speed
Fleeing emptiness of vacant scene
Much like him… way ahead of him

July 12, 2020
July Na Or Hm Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Hm received in contest judged on 7/14/2020
Contest Name: Completely New (9) Any Form Any Theme

Fleeing To Far Away

Within this war battered ocean rising century.
We're primed to seed another planet with flawed D.N.A.
Like drunken campers-we've trashed this one,
a great bear is closing in-flashing nuclear fangs.
Finishing off the writhing leftover souls
dripping like smores slipping into the coals..
Because the stubborn ones didn't listen 
to the ancient ones' wisdom
to what was spoken in clay -stone- 
papyrus and tea leaves.
Around the hearth of humanity, we're forced to flee...
from the claws of the great death bear
to a cold planet called (far away).

Fleeing Love

love flees from your
     crepuscular skies-
                     why was farewell your choice?







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October 20, 2019
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Fleeing

Fleeing from them
 From their gifts
Seeking to escape
 From their longing
Looking not on
 Their beauty
Fearing my weakness
 And my longing
Fearing my hunger
 For them
Running from them
 Reluctant running
Fleeing weakly
 Wanting
Yet still fleeing
 Running away
Fleeing
 Fleeing

Sonnet 27 'I Have No More Time Left For Fleeing Sadness'

I have no more time left, for fleeing Sadness!
I have no time left for it, yet it comes…
‘Twas easy, once, to dive into war’s madness,
To hear brave pipes, and the beating of the drums…
I’ll not forget you this time, my Bright Darling!
We’ve loved a hundred times, now, and before,
A thousand times, seen the copper leaves go skirling,
And more times yet, opened and closed the door.
And now, I close the lid, and draw the blanket,
Consigning your sweet form to heavenly fires…
The door’s closed now, and fire is your anklet
For Heaven is not subject to our desires.
And so, my Love, although I go to war,
I’ll ne’er forget you, nor did I, before.

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