Short Hid Poems
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Safely Hid
Image of her was quite vivid
Until she had become livid
To her not paying any attention
No kind words did I mention
And away myself I safely hid.
Jim Horn
Mister Johns was pretty fat for his height
He snarfed every piece of choc'late in sight
His wife the candy was hid
You know what Mr. Johns did?
He went out trick-or-treating like a kid
She hid under my desk.
Waiting for me.
To discover her.
Thinking it was going to be hilarious.
It was not.
When the principal took a seat in my chair,
Attempting in vain to wipe smiles
Off two culprits faces
She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine,
where beauty bruised and grace meant lie.
They called her calm, not knowing this–
each breath she took was clenched like fists.
The silence praised was not her peace.
It was the cage. She found the keys.
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that spruce 'tiz 'bout
six foot tall
sprigz girlie
sprigz
az transparent az
yourn
naked 'neath
that diaphanous
swim dress
Little midnight bunny
Hid in deepest umbra
Cunning coyotes prowl
A spotted owl searches
Wherever can you go?
A rattler reached your hole
A wily weasel roams
Inky shadows shrinking
As the moon is rising
Wherever can you go?
A striped skunk skulks your way
Hunker down, let him stay
He was the top of the mark.
Puffed up and proud.
Nothing was as beautiful.
He strutted so loud.
We peahens were askance
At his arrogant dance.
He made us all sick
As he made his pick.
The peahen that was chosen
Was the one who said she’d never go.
We all heard her giggling.
She is such a ho.
Baby you hid inside my heart right from the start
I saw outside I didn’t see what’s in my heart
All my love, pain and hope that I went through
You were with me I didn’t go to you
You were in my play as a great pleasure
Now I realize you are my treasure
Secretly you give music in my song
I haven’t sung your songs I am so wrong
Yesterday delightful. Sixty degrees.
Could have warmed us up.
I hid in the house, frightened by the love of it.
Today I am sitting in my yard, wearing zebra pajamas.
A zip up suit with a pink fringed hood and a tail.
The tail is not comfortable, but cute.
The wind is brisk, almost too much so.
I do not care.
I am content.
Soaking up nature’s offerings.
To say a word is meaningful.
but if it meant painful?
better not, because it is pitiful
does it sound useful?
if ain't say a word is sinful,
said it not or better it be to wonderful
hold it not on my belly recently,
can no longer i, could; with it so badly
"i could see not it barely!",
Is what often mine to say,
not with I, sure is playful,
but for you not to be so full.
Oh maybe someday you will understand,
why I talk of leaving this fast land.
I’m going somewhere for strange people,
I know it will have that church steeple.
My memories of this place shall stay,
deep in my mind til by dying day.
Grass shall be thickest and greenest,
kite flying there will be at its best.
The sky will be according to thought,
whether it be sunshine, rain or drought.
they're having a happy chat
they would not dream to own
some scarecrow with a stone
beneath its frightening hat
scheming fancy and laughter
cheering and chanting aloud
they'd not venture to alter
one frail reassurance found
their stories all have flair
if thoughts are loud or bare
those children sleep lightly
they'll whisper thoughtfully
shun a straightforward stare
through squabbles skillfully
It’s an interesting thing that little children do,
Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.
They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,
Placing it in the bookcase from mother it’s hid.
Tucked in their beds in a very dark room,
The tiny lights dancing as if to a tune.
Then slowly one by one the lights go out,
It wasn’t a good idea, of this I don’t doubt.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
i see you.
hiding
as though you are transparent.
you used to run to me with open arms
to tell me stories and offer warmth
but you've left me cold and alone
sometimes it feels like the ground beneath me
is slipping
and i get scared that death will come and
take me away.
i don't want to leave without saying goodbye
you think you're so cunning and sly but
darling,
i see you.
i see you when you hide.
Form:
A White rabbit came into my yard
He carried many baskets in his arms
All loaded with many Easter eggs
At first he stood like a statue
Then sprang to hide his eggs
When he was done-like a flash
He hip-hopped and then left
My nephew's came to find eggs
They were eager to begin
Looking for the Easter eggs
They were happy and thrilled
All boys had baskets to fill
Happy and excited, laughing
Each looking for their treats
That the white bunny hid
I saw the pig and the clown coming my way with their drink.
They were well into their cups. I had this quick ugly think.
I jumped into a bush and tried to become invisible to them.
They were crazed with alcohol, two silly old men.
Slap happy and nutty, they were sloshing their words.
I rolled my eyes at their inebriation; both were quite absurd.
Where is that giant fork and that delightful silver spoon?
I ignored their laughter, as they howled at the moon.