Short Hides Poems
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Meinchef hides his nesting dolls
Afraid his wife would be mad
In the Kremlin’s palace walls
Prettiest dolls he’s ever had.
twilight glances mid
horizon dances sunrise
peek a boos skylights
1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
ungroomed piece of land
low inchworm crawls and hides
under grass flowers
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
hunters savagely ravage forest floor
diligent thorough searching
Morel hides behind moss
Written 3-22-2019
Contest: Kimo
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Fear is a thief stealing into the future,
the past its lot to pawn
A larcenous demon that hides in the night,
from the gallant, intrepid—and strong
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
gold hides in mountains
earth veils its many treasures
surface holds no clues
(February 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Trump Has Two Sides and Hides
Trump we have heard has a second side,
And no one can ever trust or in confide;
Color of hair,
Would not dare;
Became so bad and each he has to hide.
Jim Horn
Over the shattered, surf scattered shells
her feet are cut, bleeding as she reaches
for one still whole to enfold.
Inside an entity pulls back, alive
she knows, thinking to toss it,
instead wades into the surf
gently sending it home.
Pretty Santa hid out with the candy among the candy canes.
He liked being gorgeous and being the one with the brains.
His elves were looking for him, but he stood perfectly still.
They ran right past him, yelling “Have you seen him Bill?”
In a woman such a man hides;
Alike, He rimes better with She.
More sense, She makes with He.
Because she embeds him;
He always consults she,
To produce clear sound;
And engender one great power in unity.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
The night hides stars explode silence waves in malls consumers stare into lights blank
pupils a poet loses his words to rock-stars and rap-stars clutching crotches smiling gold
scarred in oils van gogh rots in his grave his yellow fades fields of grain
She hides her truth
she uplifts them all
showing them a loving nature
compassion parades into their lives
thanks to what she has suffered
she hides her truth
burdening no one
until she cannot take it any longer
suicide seems to be the only way
shocking them all
she hides behind the moon
and stars
and sky
I don’t know what to say
dew at dawn on spider webs
sparkle around her neck
like thousand
strands of diamonds
she whispers to the wind
I hear the leaves talk in the breeze
but I don’t know what they say
Written: June 21, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Mark Toney
Checked by HMS.COM / 10-6-7-7
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There is a place where my feet—often stray
Not sought, but swept retreat.
Beyond the known—cold, complete—
Truth hides in peace, soft and fleet!
Determine who
the crime will profit
and you will find
your man
Fortune baits
perdition’s wolf
with larceny
in hand
Behind this world’s
ill-gotten gains
and lurking
deep within
There hides the culprit
long surmised
who wears the mark
— of sin
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
~~~~ He-Who-Hides~~~~
"He-who-hides" just snuck out the damn door
Leaving a list we just can't ignore.
Put the customers on hold
So we can do as we're told.
Oh! the joys of working in this store.
for Carolyn's "Horrible Bosses" contest
* not a current boss
syllable count 9,9,7,7,9
In each of us
hides a secret
a whisper that we've always known
a fact
a certain telling
we curl around at night
Gods greatest grace is balm enough to open
up that curl
to stand
soul shining
and share with someone we love
to show who we are
without fear and then
to see
the same in you
I see you
Form:
Anger hides
Behind a gentle gesture
Shouting
How
did you let
this happen
You are there
I know it
See it
In flashes of sadness
In your eyes
In snarls of frustration
On your face
I know
You are present
Lost
In a synaptic maze
And so I search
Angrily
For a way
To find you
To free you
To love the you
That you are
Nobody runs, nobody hides.
The element of love may not be described.
Not fire.
Not earth.
Not water.
Not air.
It becomes all and none.
Consumed and consuming,
Enveloping, enriching, a hiding place,
Embracing, mutable, a thing of tides,
Vapour, the stuff of breath.
And yet we welcome it.
When it comes,
Nobody runs, nobody hides.
Come with me,
Come and see,
Come through the trees,
Where darkness bleeds.
The black of the night
Hides what should be unscene.
Fear inside,
Gray, cloudy skies,
And no lies.
Hearts that beat,
They happily meet
But then fear strikes inside,
Then darkness comes alive.
Run away now,
Run and hide,
And wait for darkness
To peer inside.
When one allows emotions
To dwell deep within
They hide from the surface
They hide from you my friend.
Did you except them to run free
And show you their marks
What if you mistreated them
And left even deeper scares.
Noone knows better than I
For I nursed them on days of no end
I had to promise to be real careful
If again they allowed me
To ever love again.
The sun sets
like a solo performer
Her soft gaze
Captivates the audience
She never had to rehearse
She's done this before
Knows the script like the back of her hand
The silent director
leads his final scene—
The starlet takes her bow
She kisses the ground
All her color leaves
As the ending nears
The earth stands still
She hides backstage
Never hearing her applause
Evil hides behind a suit; perfectly dressed and coiffed it’s a pretty display that covers much rot. Its hate and greed are obvious reads but, often mis-interpreted by the desperate. Evil has its party; serving sour hors d’oeuvres to its guests; by the time they leave, they’re brainwashed.
Predators prowling;
Devouring prey, teeth rip flesh;
Everywhere carnage!
An Autumn rain teases the roses
Splashes within cupped petals
Challenges the lone bumble bee
To pollinate the late bloomers
Chipmunks grapple with wet acorns
Leaf armadas ride the rapids
A lone goose questions its choice
Children know what the puddle’s for
October hides behind next Sunday
Readying its cornstalk mazes
Spicing up its pumpkin-ness
Adding its scents to Fall’s colors
DEAD are these fathom of times by change; lies
of not tongue but heart, nay, soul as dead coral made
as now ocean die and her pearls wilt and destroyed
by poison of mankind.
All fades by that terrible hand called Mankind.
As doth suffer the sea-change
uncoiled and spoiled by rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs SCREAM in tumultuous toil
singing, "DING-DONG.
LISTEN! HEAR WORLD -- DEATH!"
:: 09.15.2021 ::