Hiding Poems - Poems about Hiding

She painted the silence between stars, Colors blooming where sorrow hides, Each stroke a whisper, each canvas wide With dreams that leapt beyond her scars. Younger by decades, yet wise with light, She’d gift you skies with a laughing tone, A mountain’s hush, a prayer in stone— And never...

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Running, hiding. Still denying why are you trying. Another day that you say, you will get by anyway. The weight is heavy, I was clinging. Pain is low but I strive to fly high. High above the clouds. The seas arenceqshing loud. I don't hear it though, because your frequency is too loud. How funny it is,...

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Poseidon’s spear slashed out from the angry waves A tumultuous monsoon began to gather up the sea The faerie folk went into hiding When they saw army of sea cupids...

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You know how it is when cola loses its fizz? That's kinda what happened here. And what can I say but, 'Sorry, my dear?' I kinda feel like I've flunked the pop quiz....

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I hide behind a mask— So you know me as Mrs sunshine. Light radiates off my shoulders, As I laugh through the silence. I hide behind a mask— So you know me as Mrs talkative. I shed my worries and joys, Through talking and parlour tricks. I hide behind a mask— So you know me as Mrs perfect. Cracks never open, Faults are never revealed, I keep...

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Her broken rules Couldn't feel the same Tastes of choices I gave no way Broke back when it ended She learned over him I defended Another's warm weather Her level, hurt Nothing to train it A societies blemish Miss prepared No loves an affair Gradually Losing Being worthed Inventions Untapped muscles Repressed records One day Forgotten Another's stain Unbothered...

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Hiding Place After the beatings your darkness was my protection. My source of comfort after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes were a curtain against the evil. Blankets on the floor held me close and secure. As a child you were my favorite friend. My hiding place. ...

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Below jugular notch, high on our chest, the light of our Self radiates cool heat, signalling we are being by God blessed, for we’ve surrendered our will at His feet, thus becoming aware of love’s bliss tweet. Now that the dweller of our heart is known, we’re comforted that we walk not alone....

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Hiding a stegosaurus is easy. I have one with purple polka dots. His name is Fred, he knows to be quiet. Fred is well-hidden in my backyard. There is razor-wire on my fence. To discourage noisy neighbors. I was lucky to inherit a stegosaurus. My cousin Charlie inherited a T-rex. He is having a mother of a time hiding Tiny....

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I wear a mask that fits but feels untrue, its edges pressed against my skin, suffocating. The world expects what it’s been shown, while I hold the truth just beneath the surface. A quiet rebellion stirs behind my eyes, the weight of a smile that never quite reaches. In the space between breaths, I wonder - how long before this mask cracks,...

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I say I'm okay but underneath my smile - I cry a thousand tears...

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Now my hands rest in my pockets and I stay still and don't bend. You know I still can't see the end, well one thing I sticked on. But still the only thing I wanted to go away. You really did as If you ripped off everything of my body, nothing's there that would describe myself clearly. During that...

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The birds will sing when I wake, The crowd will clap, the ground will quake. I’ll be heard, I’ll be seen, Touching the hearts of the unseen. I’ll reach the stars, I’ll reach the moon, Leaving echoes in every room. My words will ripple through the air, A spark of hope, a whispered prayer. I’ll build bridges where others fall, I’ll...

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Yesterday, I ran away from home. I no longer felt welcome there. So, I commenced to roam. Where am I? No one knows where! I've had lots of hiding places - like inside a barrel of wine. I make sure to leave no traces - That aftertaste ain't mine. One day, I...

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will I find it there the haiku that is hiding in this old painting...

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