Seclude Poems | Examples

living with an abuser

the pouting begins
abusers manipulate
first apology

within a few weeks
a blatant power struggle
narcissists rule

welcome to hell house
you can never fully please
seriously run

he will seclude you
she will leave permanent scars
they are abusers

When the leaves fall; The ache of letting go

As autumn came to claim the leaves from my strands,
Its breeze swirled around my bark and branches,
A threat, ready to seclude the foliage from my hands.
I was too stubborn to release the leaves from my grasp.

But my leaves, desperate to escape with the wind away from my distress,
So I let them fall, as I promised myself to choose me over strife.
Yet my branches bore the pain of emptiness,
Where once, the foliage had brimmed with life.

Undeserved Solitude

In that lonely room on the third floor
overlooking the town of Everett,
a town on the outskirts of Boston,
I fell asleep while murmuring a prayer
dreaming of mom through many a night;
in those dreams distance
became an absence,
a devoted brother and son
longing for mother and sisters... 
cried remembering their sweetness!

In that lonely room on the third floor,
I wrote long letters with emotional words...
telling mom I wanted to desperately come home;
and that room was a prison filled with horror
and not getting enough rest, I hid under the linen sheets
fearing ghosts and listening to their horrendous sounds:
what I left was the ideal home, 
where I could feel motherly love!

In that lonely room
shut to smoggy air that clogged my lungs,
nights had no glittering stars,
only cloudy and bleak skies...
sulkier than absurd thoughts
crossing a youngster's mind;
did I deserve solitude,
loneliness and gloom?
What was the purpose to seclude
myself and miss someone's human touch?
All those years were extremely tough 
without a comforting hand
touching mine and assuring me I was loved!

She Never Had To Retract Her Words

She never had to retract her words
or her ideas
or her behaviors
or her opinions
or her attitudes

because she had been goaded and browbeaten into retracting herself

trained into submission by an expert seclude-her and abuser a long time ago

Railed Heart Sieged Karbala Fame

Thy mouth dripping with drool.
North blisses and quick-witted doth unfool.

Thou shalt seclude from middling teenth.
Plummeted into a hornet tool.

Wailed as eerie as a panicked fetus.
Didst thou stay fed in the crumbs of mool?

Times beest tough about shimmering graves.
Grumbled, tucked, hadst a mischievous lol. 

Thy lure hath evil jagged, full of witch writhes.
Thou began to shake, shrieking by the bleeding pool.

Squirm bosom disheveled and screeched with fear.
Whispered oddly and burst the sweet aroma of bool.

Unison of hoof drank fluffy white icing scream.
Scraggly faith and toothed heart not cool.

Haunted and rhyming a couplet kills.
Sirrah and the mistress prayed to the zirrahed hazrat tool.

Life Is a Race

When an athlete sets for a race, 
He is determined to finish the contest.
He may win or he may lag, 
But lays himself onto the track. 

Life is nothing but a race, 
Where we are our own adversaries. 
We may fail and we may blunder, 
But to carry the day we must encounter. 

As practice lays an athlete to be on the track, 
Our childhood nurtures play the same role.
And when he sets for the race, 
It's our teenage to follow the right stage. 

When the race begins, 
It's actually our career begins. 
And while it concludes, 
We overcome all hurdles and seclude. 

7/8/2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(6), ANY FORM, ANY THEME POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by : BRIAN STRAND

Until the Last Drop

Within sequestered silent tears’, my heart hibernates,
Solitudes that slumber amongst the venomous voids…
Love is snared amidst echoes that resonate in repose,
The walls of confusion crumble upon ravenous ruins.

A qabalistic quarantine quenching quiet landscapes,
Where alienation adorns the converging covertness…
Surreptitiousness strains seclude, darkened subterfuge,
For the wasteland withdraws within the wilderness.

A deluge of desolation dominates the demons den,
For what is left in my last lugubrious tender tears…
Is the love which divides within distorted dissolution,
As bleakness becomes, I am with you until the last drop.


...stay safe everyone & God bless...




March.01.2020
Quarantine Poems
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

Placed 3'rd...Thank You

Even Though We Should Seclude

Even Though We Should Seclude

Even though what we should do is to seclude,
And never knew where it was and then elude;
In search of,
Below and above;
Still seemed so shrewd when properly viewed.

Jim Horn

Revitalize and Rejuvenate Regeneration

Drivel and dribble lives sometimes derange
Pain and strain at times swim within range
No reason in any season life to imprison
No matter the dose, cause and pause of treason.
 
Drivel and drizzle lives sometimes sizzle
Distress and stress at times fizzle
No reason in any season life to seclude
No matter the strength and length strains include.
  
Drivel and dream lives sometimes swim
Disillusion and delusion at times up they team
No reason in any season progress to curtail
No matter how many times detractors and subtractors your life they assail.
 
Drivel and drift lives sometimes sift
Discouragement and deferment at times rift
No reason in any season life to sacrifice 
No matter the level you pay as a prayer price.

Never Close Your Mind

N-ever close your mind, 
A-s you pray to the Almighty; 
J-ust open your heart, 
D-ay two of February.
I-solate not your soul, 
N-ever seclude your life; 
E-vade the zone of dark, even the self-spiritual strife.

C-lose not your mind, 
A-s harsh things happen; 
R-ugged weather really occurs, 
L-ife is tough neath the heaven.
O-pen both your eyes to the days so unkind; 
S-tay exposed to the views, never close your mind.

Because It's Better Unsaid

Looking up at the dark sky,
down did she lay on a pile of hay,
Seeking for an answer thinking to herself-
"Would it be good if she lets it stay or better if she let it go away "!!

Some feelings are beautiful when chosen not to say,
coz they keep alive a music that lets your feet sway!!

When he preferred beer, her preference was cafe,
When he was sugar-free, her preference was someone not so carefree,
His attitude sometimes rude would put her to days of seclude.
Smiling she wondered how this was something better than commitments and molded easier than clay.

Every moment she thinks to herself-
'What if she could travel back in time,
When the grass was green, 
Nights were starry and sunny was the day,

Where she could let her heart openly say
the words that now end on paper
could have become destinies that could sweep 'em away

But reality kicks in soon
as she looks at the crescent moon

Night leaves her thinking:

Life is not always black and white,
some settlements do happen in shades of grey!!
She closes her eyes wishing-
If she may- She would still let it stay, forever she would let it stay !!

Mountain Climbin'

Out there, seemingly everywhere, await mountains upon mountains to be conquered
Some of us choose to plunge ahead, while many are deterred

What is this fear and apprehension that pervades our bodies?
What is the curiosity and desire that frizzle our jollies?

When a HUGE, ROUGH, formidable structure stares you in the face...
Will you prepare yourself for the task at hand or seclude yourself in a more restful place?

Oh! Don't worry! This piece of nature is sure to present itself...
It's funny how mother nature works but one must secure his straps or else cry for help

Nobody said it was going to be easy, nor did anyone say it was going to be fun.
That burning desire to make it to the top, that feeling of wanting to be up near the sun

If you feel like you want to stop...
Just wipe the sweat from your face and keep reachin' for the top

When your arms and legs begin to tire...
Rest for a while if need be but let your HEART lift you higher 

Amid your climb, please don't look down...
'Cause if you do, you might fall into the temptation of turning around

And remember, keep steady your pace...
'Cause each stride upward will get you to that desirous place

Broken-Hearted Caressing Sorrow

Broken-Hearted Caressing Sorrow



Where do you bring a broken heart, damaged dreams that won’t depart?
Where do you go when things fall apart, serving silent screams a la carte?
What do you do with a saddened soul, within a virulent void a skinless sole?
What do you do when you’re in a hole, progressive paranoid a shadow stroll?

Within the stillness of my solitude, a storm exists admits a sacrificing seclude
The eyeful emptiness of a life subdued, the evil enlists a blasphemous brood
Within the veil of my bitter black, the idolatrous infant sleeps in a shackled sac
On the wall, my punitive plaque, of the wounded weeps that scornfully stack

Who will be there for me, to mourn, escaping earth a denticulate dust reborn?
Who will be there for me, to warn, a residual rebirth of a lifeless embryo torn?
Who will kiss me before I dimly die, a wretched wreck in a shattered satirical sky?
Who will be there for me, to cry, a segregated speck ceremonially left to calcify?





Oct.13.2017
Broken-Hearted Poems
Sponsored by: Broken Wings

The Udders of Life

THE UDDERS OF LIFE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I’ve been told by some that I need alter my attitude
That I should mingle more and eschew my solitude
So hard to do when I see constant acts of ingratitude
Mayhem, deception, infidelity are a few that I include

Violence, racism, hate, lead me to spasms of lassitude
Infringements of rights grow disproportional in magnitude
Simple words spoken now twisted and misconstrued
Open opinions, squelched in fear of public seclude

Contrarian positions demonized, forced to occlude
Threats and intimidations causing a sense of ineptitude
Discipline and respect are needed to restore rectitude
To destroy notions of entitlements and servitude

A nation can never reclaim the loss of pulchritude
As long as it permits and harbors disquietude

Elisium praeteritus

Death Defying

All I have are words to wipe the wakeful wounds away
All that comes are tears to keep them for another day

Love’s lachrymal layers that fuel the foliaceous fires
Ignominious increments of solitudes sufficely seclude
While drenching in dreams of the barbarous brood
Lamenting lucidly lost in dimly dismantled desires
Watched by the watchers of lasting lingering liars
A sacrificial sage of the slaved selfless subdued

Blindly bedraggled
Secretly sadly sustained
Within vile vindictive veils
An emotive etch
Negatively neglected
I’m a loving lachrymose.


May.09.2017
Three Style III - Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo 


1. One couplet :  A-A
2. One stanza with rhyme scheme: A-B-B-A-A-B
3. One sedoka: syllable count: 5-7-7-5-7-7   (no rhyme scheme)

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