Recluse Poems - Poems about Recluse

The marooned mind molded in webbed design, laces the lattice of psychic pattern, innately configured. In its fold the rainbow secrets lie, defiantly dormant, a captive of my capricious creation, inherently content, morphing into a Narcissus nestled in ...

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Allow me to introduce the hermit Hugh who I do deduce felt it within himself to eschew an embrace yet being obtuse when on a wild chase did goose a moose in the caboose then a disgrace but such behaviour did induce Bruce another recluse to pick up the pace when playing footsie under the table fast and loose ...

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unable to identify with cacophonous din caused by stuporous minds we take shelter in silence aglow with light of God perhaps it is escapism as we search for rainbows yet to manifest in the blue sky which are already created in the cave of our heart...

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Facebook people I may know, do they know me? If they do they might request to be a friend through our Facebook interface quite easily~ but a recluse does not embrace modern trends, unless you message a most poetic plea, my hermitage I will happily defend; solitude is the keystone of sanity, all else is victim to mortal vanity!...

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Emily, you stitched the world into small, precise syllables, tucking eternity into lines so brief, they might be mistaken for whispers. But in your whispers, there were earthquakes, the kind that only the soul could feel. You walked the garden paths of Amherst, where bees hummed their sermons and the wind brushed secrets against your ear. Did you know your words would fly...

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‘I’m a failed Muslim. I drink raki now,’ he says. A bottle twinkles on the upturned orange box. On the unmade bed, a punch-drunk pillow lurches in a sea of ruptured quilts. ‘I never pray,’ he adds, as hawk-eyed Ataturk retreats to an ascetic frame and glowers at the room. And we...

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In marooned mind shaped in webbed design the strands of psychic hues are patterned. In its fold rainbow secrets lie as captive of my own making, turning into Narcissus in introvert insight, where I’m with me as an aberrant recluse. ...

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I will slowly fade into a shadow Without essence without breadth You will not understand me I will follow you and watch you But I, that once was, won't I will fade into my shadow A solid relic, a light reflection I will be, but in the shadows To follow you and to watch you But I, will be long gone I will be...

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“the beauty of the rainbow mind I chase in the introvert realm following the flashes of mirage” Quote by Poet mind molded in webbed design strands of many hues patterned strange motifs not unified in unorganized psyche in its fold dark secrets hide not known to the outside world taciturn mind never cares it slyly bears the burden captive of my own making I discern all...

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Recluse You kept me away i know Bcoz then I kept away from you too I felt like being barred in a dungeon Suffocating to hav a glimpse of you And now I enjoy the freedom from your punishment I don't idolize your soul anymore but love the distance Golden dawn, morning dews and the sunshine Are the closest to...

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heart of compassion, stifled by rejection concealed with conscientious imperfections marvel mind mortified by man made mistakes confined in constraint, no mental escape flunking society's supposed expectancy, failing oneself, free-falling inwardly sparkles in eyes subsided, light subdued flame flickers restrained by winded worries' mood foreboding face, faded flat with fatigue harness of helplessness, harrowing grief sandbag shoulders, sullen with unbounded...

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Red blood courses through my veins I've written my will, I pay my bills The currents of the day reach me too I am a poet, not a hermit At the sight of blood, I do not swoon Nor do I ever sleep in...

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Recluse by dint of circumstance Proud anonymous troglodytes forerunners of mine confronted threats less horrific than forty fifth commander in chief of United States of America. He/him (matted hair, ratty, scrawny, and tetchy ugly villain) scurried into dark recesses of hermitage averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself into the duplicitous schemes capitalized, glorified, popularized courtesy vanity of *****sapiens lest imp of the...

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He/him (ratty, scrawny, and tetchy ugly villain) scurried into dark recesses of hermitage averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself into the duplicitous schemes capitalized, glorified, popularized courtesy vanity of *****sapiens lest imp of the pervert already sacrificed as renegade hashtagged heretic condemned without merciful intervention after being duped into capture subsequently broadcast viz TikTok, when turncoat quasi nincompoop kook Harmet...

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