Sheltered Poems - Poems about Sheltered

You live like this, sheltered in a delicate world crafted from dreams and illusions

You live like this, sheltered in a delicate world crafted from dreams and illusions,
Believing you are truly living, while your steps are guided by routine,
But then you open a book... or embark on an unexpected journey,
And discover that you are not living, but hibernating, asleep in an apparent silence.
The symptoms of hibernation are easy to

Sheltered

on this rainy day 
I am hidden away 
from raindrops and thunder

Half Truth

My parents gave me answers
that arced and formed a dome.
Outside seemed beyond my grasp,
inside I would roam.
So even while I freely played
-in some ways I was wild,
my parents watered down the facts
to facts you’d tell a child.
A rebel would-be lawyer,
I’d try to build a case
against the facts they fed me,
to keep me in my place.
I

A Sheltered Life

I protect you from the heavens, but some say I'm aloof 

     Others have no time for me, yet trust their shoddy roof 


By 
David Kavanagh

The Shoulders

My father had broad shoulders
Many years have gone
But I still remember
He carried a heavy burden on his shoulders
Like that of a snail
With a shell
He brought us up in a special way
With the help of 
The broad and thick shoulders
The shoulders carried us like a bicycle 
The shoulders sheltered us like an umbrella 
The shoulders protected

My Little Garden

We met in the garden
one fair, sunny day.
I asked where you’d been
But you would not say.

I asked about news
from beyond the hedges.
I wondered fiercely,
I’d not passed its edges.

I begged and I pleaded
For news from outside
To get answers sought
Tears streaming, you cried.

You told of fighting	
And virtual schools,
Racial slighting
And stay-at-home rules.

I’m tempted to stay
With my head in

Sheltered Under a Capital T

Ask me a question
don't ask to ask me a question
Tell me crawling little lies
that burrow inside
Squirming tingles
I can't keep the secrets
i have let go
Trust rusts and ruts
Lies idles slides ides
march

Sheltered

The day my life became sheltered
In the midst of a deadly virus
It’s killing hundreds and
Spreading like a raging wildfire
I have to stay inside
And keep my head together
And try not to think 
Of the worst
Even though it is the worse
This invisible virus seems
To be creeping all over
The place
Laid off work
Shortage of necessities
That’s very hard to find
But

Sheltered In Place

Untested,
     but quarantined!
          Virus
               named "Corona"...
                    lurks. Don't ditch

My Sheltered Upbringing

Well, well, well, well, this is the story of four holes
How's that for a real grabber my merry old souls
Ear holes, nostrils, and mouth
And another one further south
But my sheltered upbringing won't allow me to say *******

My Sheltered Upbringing

Well, well, well, well, this is the story of four holes
How's that for a real grabber my merry old souls
Ear holes, nostrils, and mouth
And one other a little further south
But my sheltered upbringing won't allow me to say *******

My Sheltered Upbringing

Well, well, well, well, this is the story of four holes
How's that for a real grabber my merry old souls
Ear holes, nostrils, and mouth
And one other a little bit further south
My sheltered upbringing won't allow me to say *******

Just Lead a Sheltered Life

J-ust lead a sheltered life, 
E-vading the danger zone; 
S-ecurity is given by the Lord, 
S-afety comes from God 
A-lone. 

S-o just lead a sheltered life, 
A-im for your protection; 
L-ove, faith, and hope 
G-uard you from temptation. 
A-sk God to keep you sound, 
D-on't fear the chaos and strife; 
O-n the seventh of January,

Sheltered Dreams

Babies crying, mothers sighing, old men
In remnates of suits discussing the fate of
The world as they share a pint of memories.

TV blaring, fighters glaring at
Each other waiting for eternity
To move toward them.

Wino breath and preachers death
Knell for those in fear of
Soulless bodies and redemption.

Days are gone, so this throng
Roost in this place built with
Uncaring hands

My Sheltered Upbringing

Well, well, well, well, this is the story of four holes
How's that for a real grabber my merry old souls
Ear holes, nostrils, and mouth
And one other a little bit further south
My sheltered upbringing won't allow me to say *******

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