In Hiding Poems - Poems about In Hiding

I hang on hiding pain in heart

Pain held in heart I’m hanging on,
In life’s gravest gloom, going on.

World vicarious watch as if fun,
From a cracked mirror peeping on.

Smoke billows from my burning heart,
I battle but it’s blazing on.

How self-seeking can be this world!
Friends as foes, askance looking on.

With one-track will my woes wear me, 
Though hurt, my heart’s just heaving on.	

Where is God hiding

as does God
our Self too dwells 
in the cave of the heart 

first find the Self
beyond space-time
then God too is seen

God is within Self
Self is within God 
open heart’s eye to know

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

I hear a vocal command,
"Get out from under that bed!"
They'd put a lock on the closet;
I had few places left to go.
Remembering childhood fears
and the maple tree where I’m
out of their mind behind the garage.

Hiding Pt 2

he hid himself in the closet
whenever he heard the footsteps in the hall
and when that man was in the room
he would stare through the open cracks

he knew it at the age when others were in playgrounds
the fear of a man who called himself his father
but nothing like one and only a tyrant
a monster who bullied

Hiding Pt 1

he locked the door of his room
closing all entrances, even the windows
to stop the monster in his dreams
roaming in hall from coming in,

he locked the door of his room
placed a chair and sat under the table
the sound of footsteps was getting loud
he just sat there talking to his toys

he locked the door of his room
he

Hiding In Cocoon

Truant night wind sails--its moon without song
I long for rapt, minstrel's tune.
My angst wrapped in cocoon
Angel child ... gone in June.

Hiding the Light

(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic)

Hiding the Light

A lot has been happening in my life recently
And that’s a good thing considering
How staid and stodgy I’ve become
In old age.

But it’s still a challenge
And as one unexpected hurdle after another
Comes up, as always will,
I’m reminded, from some place deep in my past,
Perhaps best called my gut,
That now is

I fold myself into smiles I don’t feel, like paper carefully hiding the truth

I fold myself into smiles I don’t feel, like paper carefully hiding the truth,
I walk hallways as if I’m not slowly melting into the shadows of silent walls,
I nod in conversations as if I’m truly listening, but in reality,
I’m just trying to remember what it was like to breathe without apologizing for every breath.
The mirror

Hiding In Silence

Following night's tenebrous sheen
on this aging lake-
humped seashells drifted on aimlessly;
I Iaid  forlorn by an old palm tree 
needing to connect with anyone, anyone
until turbulent waves slapped my face..

How bitter this stab of aloneness
....gripping the hidden lament without relief
and eve's naked rays were gone
upon my chilling pores...
and   no one cared about my

Where is God hiding

The light of Self, which we may call God’s spark,
is wherefrom arises creative will,
that as soul ascends on an upward arc,
voids in our heart in timeless time then fill,
in time stretched stillness when presence is still.
God dwells in the cave of our glowing heart,
so that’s where oh hermit, our search should start.

Hiding Alone

   I always wanted my own dog.
   Someone to sit under the table with me.
   Fuzzy warm animal to hug,
   When too much shouting from above.

   "You can't have a dog!
   Too many fleas,
    Ticks you may not see!
 

In the Cold Embrace

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

Running, hiding

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,

Faerie Folk Went into Hiding

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

Mask

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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