Hide Poems - Poems about Hide

You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone, You, who sit at desks like sentinels of unseen worlds, I just want you to know that I see through your masks, through your porcelain smiles, For my eyes penetrate the invisible cracks of your perfect appearances. Behind closed doors and dusty windows, I feel your hearts beating, Like...

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Heartthrob in damsel drag Belief of human bile Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit 64th avenue And coiling deft doom Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed Fitted upon falling kneel And reckoned release of rotten roadkill- Rats and babes and brats Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy And hailed light of...

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You'd never know Surely no one could tell I almost took my life ten months ago From the flames inside that burned a living hell Where demons dwell and angels ache to break free from below It mustn't show, the absent soul hidden within a counterfeit shell...

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If all I know is the hurricane, where is it's eye? As if it likes to play hide and seek - make a guess - who is the seeker? Isn't life a game, after all? It thinks I'm eager to play. I'm not... Are you?...

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This is different Eerie The winds have changed. The colors fade into a lifeless, chalky form, and all life disappears in a uniform fashion, as I stand at its edge, too scared to move. Even the sun plays hide and seek. And I've volunteered to play seeker. Who would have thought the sun was so gifted at playing, after all these years of willingly showing his face. And now I...

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Sometimes you mold faces, my love, to hide the deep sadness, to forget yourself, to banish the bitter thoughts that weigh you down. How can you create love, my love, to live, to suffer in this summer, which presses on you like a sea with its colossal, unforgiving weight? The burden crushes you, dragging you into the black earth...

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Have you ever wondered what poets hide in their minds, where universes of words and unspoken dreams lie? Look closely, but carefully, lest you become the beast that slowly, slowly splits their skull of fallen stars. Poets are not made of salt, but of the dust of fallen stars, easy to break, impossible to fully decipher, and now, open their minds...

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Frozen flames hide between the pages of every forgotten memory, I leaf through them like a treasure seeker through silent sands, censoring events of the past like falling stars, I dive deep into the painting on the wall, a portal to another world, each blink feels like an eternal echo of unwritten love, yet on that mysterious night, I found...

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There’s nothing new under the sun Under the moon as well The shady side makes better fun Has something new to tell I’m in the cool of shade again My every breath is new The air gets fresher with the rain Makes me feel happy too I like the sun, but now’s the time To hide away from light Goodbye to moon, its pantomime I find...

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Screams of heart, Pricks of needle. Shivers of the Cadaver, Breaking of thunder! How can't I wonder? Lying crushed on the land of tormentors. Little did they realize, How hard they made me cry. The moment I asked, Is there a place to run? Or a place to hide? A pair of sight, Staring deep, dark into my eyes. An unspoken question reclined: "Why are you still alive? Why didn't...

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Do not put me in a box where I can't be seen. I will not hide anymore, I must be set free to fly. Do not put me in a box, where I can not breath. Yes I need fresh air to breath, friendships suck the air out of the air. No! No! life here for us now, I need to move far away from you. No more hurting for...

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Wallace Stevens said: "Poetry is not personal." He tried never to divulge anything about himself in his poems. Or so he said. But, the work is self-revelatory, veiled confessions, repeated choices -- water, sea motion, weather, the sky -- introspective isolation -- those silences and descriptive phrases that communicate and characterize. Human, no one -- especially not poets -- can really hide....

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HIDE AND SEEK Love can be discreet Sometimes even neat Feeling the heart beat Often disguising The passion rising But there is more yet By being adept With a secret kept The face is glowing And all are knowing When love is showing Not always hidden Nor overridden When it is bidden And recognising It’s not surprising ...

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I seek but cannot find. You hide yourself too well. I’m always far behind in my search for where you dwell I cover up my eyes And listen for your voice. If you’d drop your disguise then my poor heart would rejoice… It’s like some kind of game. You’re always out of sight. My tiny little flame won’t burn out of control...

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The sun is below the sight of morn Another day had died, anew will be born I lay on a soft bed, thoughts spread out wide Quietly wishing I from my mind could hide For in the night just as the moon peaked I found guilt for which will not be speaked For I in my heart knew not the sight...

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