Short Seclusion Poems
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Following the conclusion
of my foresight illusion.
Wait! Where was I headed?
My cogwheel brain’s in seclusion.
9/5/2021
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give a little,
squeeze a little drop,
give up on,
the illusion of seclusion
belay to open up,
to be becalmed
to be becoming.
when in seclusion
total absence of colors
fear that terrifies
When I make that face,
He asks why,
I say nothing,
He questions no further
In the back of my mind
I’m in pain being stabbed
In seclusion
I fear the future
Form:
Filling with numbness,
Void of emotions.
Distance and solitude,
Desire for seclusion.
Never wanting to feel,
To give or receive.
Just leave me, leave me be.
Searching for a release, an explosive burst in my head. Pondering among my non-escapes, I collide with myself existence. "Why, so sad?", I ask myself, then fall into seclusion.
Form:
A mask
Left without face
Guarded a man with scars
Kept him in lonely seclusion
The public made him a brutal nightmare
Took a matrimony with shadows
Evolved into a myth
Story of hate
A mask
emotions sailing in choppy waters
onward to isles of seclusion
passion dinghies released
seeking anchors of expression
securely beached
exploring wisdom shores
My own restless thought's
wear down a fragile mind
reckless and without intent
until every peace died.
Not among the loss
nor the pain of its cruelty
but here in this seclusion
finding solace built for me.
People
surround
but I’m always
alone
In naked
seclusion
fleeing
the throne
Caught in
the snarl
of their
consonant rhyme
Shunning
all
overtures
— fields still unlined
(Gardiner Montana: August, 2025)
Ghost,
Of poverty.
Sits upon a dusk chair,
Secluded as a forgotten smile.
Secluded as the pale rose,
Beneath the dusk chair of,
Poverties Ghost.
Where words,
Never,
Leave the seclusion of their, own tuneful misery.
Close the gates, throw the key, lock me in.
No one sees me, I see no one.
Construct walls with no windows.
Don’t come any closer.
Total seclusion!
I s o l a t i o n,
Is complete.
Let me-
Be.
My heart a grotesque thing with teeth,
And its eyes pale to the shadow of the moon.
While the still nights air reeks of its stench,
Lust, love and all emotions, are but strings,
Weaving, it out of my bosom and into seclusion.
Said the red rose I give to my love
Eat, drink and be merry
have a dance
but don’t be long
my nerves are impatient
I want to be taken into seclusion
where I can witness sensual sexual explosion
©Al Juman @TheSaidPoet9/17/2021
I had the appeal
Easy to seal the deal
When you look the way i do
The feelings true through ego
See past the illusion
Realizing the seclusion
And looking for a solution
I think i have control
Take the time to observe the role
Sobriety
Somber sobering.
Sadness surpasses surprise.
Silent seclusion.
Poetry Form Ekphrasis (art inspired) Haiku with alliteration.
Inspired by Brian Strand’s Imagine Contest
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automat_(painting)
Sleep denies me her laps.
Waking up
I cry for your arms;
The quiet hours ‘re
Your winged messengers
for me;
Your loneliness
My billet daux * for you
Let us worship seclusion,
The new Venus.
*billetdaux-love letter
Form:
Swimming both ways - fears few enough
That youth crossed often in rapture,
Far side bank's rushes, secret home
Serenity in seclusion.
Thoughts of decades past stall upon instant
And I wonder if I could do it now.
February 28, 2017
Suspicion,
Delusion,
Illusion?
Exclusion,
Exsanguination,
Solution?
Confusion,
Desperation,
Seclusion?
Decision,
Resolution,
Conclusion?
Dejection,
Rejection,
Injection?
Elation,
Infection,
Cessation.
© Dave Timperley 24/10/2019
Form:
SECLUSION
observed
patterns
transcribed
in
creativeness
&the
reception
in paradoxes
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literal
originality
quality
fragmented
with
mandatory
fidelity
inwith
the
existence
to
preserve
a
willingness
undertaken
in
textual
alternate
deviation
I am high on strife,
Drunk on delusion,
Stoned on seclusion,
Intoxicated on exploitation.
I'm ed up on failure,
Alienated on anger,
A junky without joy,
A staggering stranger
To those I love most,
Respect the greatest,
And would die 1000 times,
To protect them from me.
F orever there for me come what may
R eading my mind and brightening my day
I nstead of leaving me alone you sense my seclusion
E ver helpful always bringing me out of my delusion
N ot a day goes by when I forget your assertion
D ear friend of mine of forever you can be certain!
Peace, an illusion.
A mass delusion,
A cone of confusion,
Has made an intrusion.
It is my conclusion
Excessive inclusion
With Satan’s collusion
Has led to occlusion.
We need a transfusion
Or perhaps perfusion
And quiet seclusion,
Not nuclear fusion.
Maranatha.
I won't go out in this day's mess
Until my hair in golden tress
Is braided neatly, oh, so sweetly.
Come to me at break of dawn,
Or when the day is nearly drawn
In my seclusion of delusion.
Please make believe with me
And sail away on endless sea,
Beyond sunset and beyond regret.
Each year migrating pairs
Return to the wetlands to breed
To join the resident inhabitants
Who have never felt the need
Frantically honking Geese
Ducks and Swans of assorted breeds
Nesting Wildfowl of every kind
Using the seclusion of the reeds
And in the rich wetlands
The multitude can readily feed
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