Hermit Poems - Poems about Hermit

(first stanza only for contest) We hermit crabs smile at our grousing a crack in my shell needs espousing. I spy a cigarette; the filter, perfect fit - could it cushion my cleft in housing? If filters could help tummy’s small crack better shell I won’t have to hijack. Should I try a...

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Damp shiver, under wanton fog, lone self plight, as shrill cry, swallowed by eerie phantoms, of snow gust night’scape...

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divine cause propels heart’s freedom to languish midst prayer basking in soulful delight meeting God* of peace *2 Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all. June 4, 2025 5th place, "SPIN A SHADORMA" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 6/6/2025...

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Hermit thrush hops, hovers, flips, flicks gawping shy modest nest cup of moss, weeds, twigs, rootlets sings so Oh! holy...

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Inner light is all that I seek, plumbing in to my depths. barricade myself from world~ peace fills my being. ...

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wilderness ...

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ascetic monk cloistered in isle searching light through prayer freed from world’s cacophonies for his inner peace Contest Title: Spin A Shadorma Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: June 5, 2025 6.29am...

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all alone in his quiet space known as home he survives -- despite his name, he's a friend our cute hermit crab ...

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Hermit self-assured solitary soul longing eyes staring far peering down his inner self forgetting himself. ...

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a scraggly beard down to his knees been there long and praying same old prayers from long ago sans circulation ...

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For Nette Onclaud's 'SPIN A SHADORMA ' Poetry Contest 6/3/25 A recluse who loves solitude, he cares not what you think. He is secure in his own insignificance...

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Silent flames, scars speak through the night, broken breath, wild and torn— rain and snake coil wounds unseen, I bleed to heal me...

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Free spirit ...

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hermit's shell feeling way too tight of fit had to go off it slipped as naked crab stole a conch clad in nacre pearl ...

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At times I am, a detached girl secluded, wings folded, seeking a deep enlightment _ spiritual peace. ...

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