Long Hermit Poems
Long Hermit Poems. Below are the most popular long Hermit by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Hermit poems by poem length and keyword.
High up near the top of the mountain he stood
surveying all he could see for miles and miles
He watched the hawks wheeling round and round
then folding their wings they plummeted down
striking their prey in full flight taking them to eat
behind him was a cave where he lived and slept
very comfortably on a bed of bracken and hay
his chair was a lump of stone that naturally
was shaped and the seat was cut into it.
He had lived here a long time making it
just right and with a handy spring
all the water he could wish for.
He cooked on an open fire at the front
so all smells and smoke were blown away
there was even a hole narrow and deep
that took care of all his bodily needs.
Still most days he stood looking out
over the land which was his land.
He watched over all. the various animals
the different birds he could hear a wood pecker
busily drilling away making a new nest
and signed with pleasure at the simple things
which made this place so special to him.
He had been married a few times and had
many children not all in wedlock he'd been
a bit of a lad ln his time enjoying it all.
Now as he approached his end he had little
regret it was a life well spend and he would
do it the same taking each day as it came
For those that could remember his name
it was FREEDOM
“The cause of creation is Anu or the Atoms. Enmasse they are called Maya or the Lord's illusory power; each individual Anu is called Avidya, Ignorance.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
We know not who we are and yet we strive,
pursuing agendas of body-mind
and with ego cravings on overdrive,
no wonder then we wander like the blind.
Dream indulgence is living in the dark,
whilst silence sets us free from our mind tree,
letting soul ascend on an upward arc,
dwelling then in peace, vibrant and carefree.
Oh hermit, let’s look for soul’s light within,
found in silence in the cave of our heart,
where God Himself dwells, beckoning us in,
that whence entwined bliss ignition may start.
Melding head with heart, presence with God yoke ~
Know this world to be but a wisp of smoke
Untrampled Sand
Idyllic shorelines tucked away
Are island protected in a tropical bay
Below pastel skies polished by clouds,
Reveal a Shangri-La lathered in gold.
Untrampled sands, white and tanned,
Are cooled by waves and wind-fanned,
Where exotic vegetation creeps unmolested,
Claiming squatters’ rights of fertile deposits.
Mollusk seashells litter the beach
Within the cove’s curvature outreach,
Where hermit crabs upgrade shells
And birds sing throughout the hills.
(Un paraíso tropical de mi corazón
En sueños con la mujer que amo.
Gracias por la memoria
Ese viento llena mi lienzo
Mientras navego por los océanos.)
A tropical paradise of my heart
In dreams with the woman I love.
I thank you for the memory
That wind-fills my canvas
As I sail the oceans.
At One With….
Still! Perfect stillness
A verbless hermit
Present tense of the divine dawn
Ageless angelus -
No specter of yesterday
Vital youth of the ever eternal daystar
To a priceless creation before Genesis.
Motionless in meditation
The caress of flawless beauty
In virgin minutes
Essential oil of dim caliginosity’s fragrance
And a massage of morning’s messenger
Soft wink in a sequester of time
Daylight and midnight equal twins
Seamless solitude -
A chant of plain song –
Solo symphony -
Soft chimes of audible words
In wordless alliterations of wisdom
Expressions of the source
Without a shadow
Tranquil in
The sweet taste of tranquility
In personification of the placid calm
Only cravings of perpetual satisfaction -
On the tongue perfection's noun
A ban of bitterness
Savory sips - cool flavor on the palate
Cradle of baptism
A christening of bliss
A dedication to the infinite
A hug from the divine edgeless Pi
A suspension of the animate frame
Caress of eternity’s essence in a benediction
No separation of Be into the ageless clarity of Is
7-13-21
1st Place - Trophy Win
Contest: Tat Tvam Asi
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Inspired by the contest sponsor's prompt - journey without movement - there are no verbs in this poem.
Red cones on the blacktop
August is a burning blanket.
Dusty crows perch on long dead armadillos.
The Chevys' air-con
chokes up a warm blow.
A Navaho in Ohio has phoned.
he needs to talk about his dead wife.
He will have cold beers.
I have my own beers
but go anyway.
The evening is electric and neon,
city roads growl like wounded samurai.
If I were a hermit crab
I would shuck this scorched world off
my sweating back.
All I really want right now
is to sleep naked on a mortuary slab
as cold Atlantic waves
undress my skin and bones.
Not dead – just revived enough
to be a friend of a friend
to the newly departed
and still cooling.
Autumn leaves falling, makes us sigh
The arid ground is beautified
Why for then should death be decried
When life force ebbs and death draws nigh
It’s but a time for transition
Gaining in heaven admission
Dark and lonely, seems the night sky
Motionless, save a shooting star
Wondrous, we look on from afar
In truth there’s no final goodbye
For we’re all in spirit entwined
One light, in many forms confined
Life is eternal, death’s a lie
Know oh hermit, soul’s quintessence
As living light, we’re God’s essence
Autumn leaves falling, makes us sigh
When life force ebbs and death draws nigh
Dark and lonely, seems the night sky
In truth there’s no final goodbye
Life is eternal, death’s a lie
21-September-2022
In Remembrance of Connie -Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
What is this strange place, we find ourself in
Conscience deadened, embrace frigid, God hidden
Trapped in the open, we are yet free within
Love suggestion, compassion but we do not as bidden
Head and heart misaligned, earth entity suffers
Lower mind reigns, this gift of life in vain
Amiable but cautious, doubting ego flounders
Bound in chains, soul darkened by stains
Piquant our dilemma, from heights we crash
Relentless and remorseless is ego desire onslaught
Radiant soul tires under vicious whiplash
Deluded consciousness contracts, with fear fraught
Know oh hermit, soulful presence of innocence is luminescence
Gods grace bountiful awaits us in our heart
Light magnificent, nectar omnipotent, purity quintessence
Bliss ignition renewal, each moment restarts
27-July-2021
Alpha Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
The widow's eyelids of the house gradually close,
Over the empty rooms, where love once wove the velvet of longing.
My wife has dissolved into the echo of days, my daughter - a fleeting thought,
Books, paper birds loaned to the winds, my clothes,
Silken bones wringing out the last drops of time.
A caricature of a chariot, with wheels freed from roads, I offered it to the void,
In a past already too dim, too detached from the living present.
And the real and the dream, love and the void, they dance away, fragile
As the bitter waving of foam - soon gone, nameless on the lip of the glass.
And my mind is now more a prayer without an altar,
A sanctuary with icons that fade, discolor, lost in time.
Senses catch only the shadows of saints set to leave,
And my soul is an unwritten liturgy, where faith is all that remains when life recedes.
Everything I loved, the wanderings of my soul whitened everywhere,
They have taken flight towards the ashes of tomorrow, I do not retain them, do not stop them.
Like a hermit of oblivion, I end in a chapel of silent gratitude,
In the chamber of the heart, only the empty echo of my wandering steps, proof that I was and that I am, in a world that no longer recognizes, but passes.
A vixen lies down to pant at midday,
the grass takes her shape,
bends for hours to the heat of her body.
Water, trees, forestations of fungi
amid a deeply impression’d earth ---- Frogs
glimmer on clammy pads,
as a loose congress of small mirrors.
I saw a kingfisher dive into the sun,
a golden circle of water.
When it emerged it was an arriving fire,
later the sun perched in a tree
dripping shadows as if shade
ware its kin.
The unseen feet of swimming birds
stir the sky.
A stone rolling over
rolls a river,
the river slips inside a fish,
keeps going inside the drinker.
A hermit crab leaves home,
becomes breakable.
then bursts into traveling music.
cat man had enough forced isolation
sabbatical dreams after quarantine
entered his hermit cage in seclusion
I need time out from lockdown he promised
they told me of the psycho cat’s demise
but cats have nine lives so I can spend one
and I may use it on my free accord
face my own mask and fearless persona
fantasize about chosen solitude
beat the rat race and feline adventure
the label I hide on the wine bottle
is a wise decal of aspirations
decanting the truth into fine crystal
bodes a farewell from forced captivity
while I look at the ceiling of limits
eerie floorboard creaks near the white sand beach
sanded pine wood pining for ocean’s roar
no more footprints I can walk on my hands
balance harmony and despair for good
when he woke up deluded in night sweat
pyjama purring and soaked wet with delight
claws clenched around fistfuls of withdrawal
clattering teeth grinding out last resolve
he took a swig from his wild genie’s flask
rolled a stone in front of his caveats
crept deep into his cave and growled
untamed will had been abandoned for good
and he dwelled in emotions and chuckled
social distance is not bad after all
I just don’t want to be told what to do
it’s in my genes I’m made for concealment
contagion won’t harm be for I’m myself
26th September 2020
Collaborate With Me contest
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues