Short Sneak Away Poems
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Wish I had a giant that I could outwit
I’d sneak away when he told me to sit
Bring back the cops and they would arrest the nitwit
Alas, my tiny beanstalk has not grown one whit
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with scamper and scurry, slither and slink,
with rustle and rattle, crackle and snap
the shy, bashful, humiliated and humble
sneak away scared, to hole-up and hide-a-way
covering up their foibles and fears,
which they know all too well.
We would sneak away from Granny
And swim in the deep hole
Under the bridge.
It was a thrill
When cars bumped across
And bits of dirt and gravel would fall
On our heads.
We would shriek
The sky is falling, and giggle
Knowing it would not.
Soon, we would hear, "Children!
We were caught!
My brain is blocked
The words have flown from me
Walls are built around my thoughts
So none can sneak away
Oh help me please
I beg of thee
Free my thoughts
So words can flow from me
Writing is how I cope
Words are all I know
I can not release the stress in me
Unless my words can be
Set free
Dreams- with minds, often fight.
At times, they sneak away to entertain- or quake
causing fright!
Details converge
forming new versions- true or fake-
that merge
with beams
to swirl, whirl, make
streams!
Dreams, with minds, often fight-
forming new versions- true or fake
streams.
Please do not annoy me today.
Best yet to quietly sneak away.
I took a sleeping pill too late.
So waking up I did so hate.
I am in no mood to be nice at all.
My glass of milk spilled down a wall.
My favorite blouse had a spill on the front.
Someone called me a little runt.
Please do not annoy me today.
Best to quietly sneak away.
Like all birthday clowns, they put on a wholesome show.
Tell us when to stop and where to go.
Then sneak away for a nail job, a sip and a smoke.
They come back to the party red-eyed and wobbly.
Nobody notices or even cares anymore.
Their painted masks growing thick with our pain.
After all, that's what clowns are all about...
Stuffing rouged cheeks into rain clouds.
running around the house
and then she scolds you
for not sleeping in the
summer afternoon
i remember not wanting to sleep
that has always been the case
so she would tell me a scary story
to make me sleep silently in peace
that kid sometimes would sneak away
without disturbing his mother's sleep
and try to find something to do
but there's nothing only the silence of a summer afternoon
Loud crazy-sounding hullabaloo in the center of town
Carnival? Fiesta? Mobsters? Balloon-shaping clown?
We could not wait for our parents to slumber
Creeped out of our windows, hid behind piles of lumber
Ran down there to see whatever mischief we could
The square was empty except for a lone pile of pine wood
Our parents’ cameras had shown them what we had done
They were soon there also, spoiling our fun
Mercury rolled her eyes and dragged me to my seat
Making me sit there for ten minutes
I tried to sneak away and she caught me
By the seat of my pants
She gave me a kick and I landed on Venus
Venus was not as kind
She had no love for Gemini
That was Mercury’s air sign
I was much more respectful upon my return
A day of cosmic reckoning
That will teach me to behave
Today anyway; my attention span is weak.
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after the storm the sky sighs
relieved the rage has expired
with a rolling fade rumble
all is quelled to quietude
after rain a damp dank shroud
covers the earth utterly
enveloping everything
in slimy glint of wetness
after the lightning is sheathed
the earth is spared more sharp stabs
and brutal bang afterthoughts
in rolling peals of thunder
then the dark clouds sneak away
ashamed for temper tantrums
that spoiled what otherwise was
a perfect hot summer's day
Vacations let you sneak away
And block out from your mind
The problems and the obligations
That you leave behind.
The paint job that is overdue,
The bills you need to pay;
The birthday gifts to buy
All freeze in place when you’re away.
The emails you must answer
And appointments you must keep
Create a pile vacation brooms
Beneath the rug will sweep.
It’s lovely to be burden-free
When in a different place,
But coming home, reality
Just smacks you in the face.