Short Escapade Poems
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escape
if only
for a minute
to a haven
of reverie
an escapade
of fantasy
expanded wings
taking flight
in sheer delight
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Poetry
An escapade in entendre
A vacation to self-connotation
A release
From the vicissitudes
Of Certainty
Equivocating consequences
White juxtaposing …
An amusement
Of words
the top down
you pick me up
in your karmann ghia
the wind in my hair
as we drive the desert
looking for adventure
not a futile escapade
what we find
is a lot more
than we searched for
wind whisks smoky veils
sun’s dust on spidery silk~
gossamer dreamscape
sky undresses gold
filling the air with roses~
an opium kiss
trees adorned in brown
mirror the silent corn moon~
fallen escapade
A Trump Escapade
Have you heard about a Trump escapade?
About the women he liked and also laid
Was abusing and at times being brutal
And attempts to stop him were futile
All of his actions should be forbade.
Jim Horn
the widows’ club
seasoned companions
suitcases full of wit
playmates up for adventure
out for an escapade
consortium of allies
league of septuagenarians
a powerhouse of wisdom
tote travel bags of history
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Some people love to speculate
And conversate about everything
Whatever they perceive it to be
Or believe it to be an F & A
C & a T in essence they investigate
The things that they see
Like leave it to me
I'm connecting things
To escalate the escapade
Who do you love?
As the music played
I love you in a lover’s escapade
Velvet promises on velvet sheets
Go the way to make
The velvet night complete
Wake the next day
In the velvet morning bird’s song
Know it was always you all along.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Quiet Autumn mornings with a mist arising
The crunch of leaves as flocks are flying
Cold fingers search under warm garments
Musty smells as the country laments
The end of the sun as memories do fade
And we await the Winter’s cold escapade.
© Paul Warren Poetry
What trail do you take
When there is time to contemplate
The ups and downs to share
Even in times of despair
And the wearying journey made
Has each its own escapade
Hold up a righteous torch on high
Know that justice and truth will not die.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Whispers of crimson poetry
Nature's gentle voice sings to me
Taking me on an escapade
Through the thin black haphazard
Nudging me higher with each grip
The words waltz in my heart
Artless fireflies on a spring night
Written: March 14, 2023
riding the crest
of a libidinal wave
unknown encounter
of an unfulfilling escapade
she is
wants repeated protestations
of undying love abyss
abyssum invocat
life is a journey
of hills and valleys
they say
she says
acta non verba
i am laughing
aug 11 2016
7 pm
Form:
All dressed up for the Spring parade,
he hankered for an escapade.
Can he do it? Don't think he can't!
He thought to bring a lubricant.
He won't suffer a bumpy ride.
Lubricant allows him to slide.
Who is this guy who leaves a trail?
Of course, my friend, he is the snail.
Does the strain show
When you’re tired but still go
Are you tired of the front
So just sit down and leave the hunt
What judgement of you is made
Are you glad to see the end of the escapade
Returning to what really matters
Whilst those behind you scatter.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Lake view, far off, smooth of complexion
With eve's allure powdered on.
Man and woman, two-seated, twin-oared.
Burdens boated. To eyelines moored.
In wake of moon's syrupy-dipped glance
Of romantic binding substance
Forgetfulness, as pure escapade.
Frothless sped out on. Undismayed.
"Facts"
A burning furnace, a ruthless season. Marrying Janes, getting stood up by nerds.
It's a hopeless escapade,looking in the mirror l can see the frustration lined on the bloodshot eyes, l realise we are doomed!
No one wants to age like milk and let mementos fade away in a coffin...
Damn!
Form:
Revelry peculiars the incandescent cavalcade
making purple flowers loosen touch of its aide
as nothing hides in place of spotlight charade
for velvety leathers surrender every escapade
useful issues from its lifeline withering in trade
salient rise o'er frayed sins the earth weighed.
Listen to poem:
october memories
their falling brittle leaves
swirl in my head
colors toying in the breeze
they sing their song
they dance their dance
their one last escapade
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on February 12, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1072) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Peace is what there needs to be
No more wars, guns or fights we’ll see
How many lost and lonely souls
Or death dealt with destruction as a goal
Fight for the right a slogan made
Definable and needed for this escapade
Is that a slogan or a price to cherish
If we march to our future we may yet perish.
Harmony
Now sets spree
Masquerade
Disguise trade
Paradox
In closed box
Escapade
Hurling made
Engineer
Shifting gears
Apostrophe
Frolic frees
Emotion
Change fashions
Impulsive
Stress practice
Afterglow
Moments flow
Leon Enriquez
12 December 2016
Singapore
An escapade from thought parades
A blockade of rouge descent
An oeillade craved
Rueful indignance
A room full of insects
A jocose allusion
A lissome illusion
A querulous reality
I weep where you can't see
Streams of dreams
Melt slowly, spring snowman
Abhorrent print
Why can't I just speak casually
Vertical lines drawn freehand
Even pressure is at his command
Continues top to bottom straight
As each line appears he contemplates
Being part of the whole drawing being made
It records his latest escapade
In charcoal each line has meaning
Of that day of memory so full of feeling.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Each scar had a story to be told
For each time when he had been bold
For time healed the open wounds made
And scars were left as a memento of the escapade
So mementos of being brave
Hold this bravery up and save
Them for your story to be told
To you now when our stories aren’t old.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Do you feel safe
Or just feel such a waif
Cringing and afraid
Of another escapade
To react or find
A resolution in time
Will you stand up to it
Finding a place to fit
Does it wrench you
Taking part of your heart too
And how will you return
After your stomach does a double turn.
© Paul Warren Poetry
From the realms of my heart
And my soul
Hard to separate
What I want
And all I know
The circular motion
Figments of my imagination
Knowing there’s nothing worse
Than a cryptic charade
That seems like
The perfect escapade
It may be colourful and wild;
Over fantasized
But still remaining;
Undefined