Sneak Off Poems | Examples

Poppy tries to nap

Poppy was like the old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she barely knew what to do.
They always arrived in stacks of tens, still at home are twenty-two.
Today she thought she would sneak off and take a nap, maybe two.

The children were alarmed, where was mama mouse?
They ran room to room, yelling up the house.
They could not imagine where their mama could be of course.
Since she always toils from sun to sun, like a working horse.

Mama! Mama! Are you okay? The ones who found her said.
She turned over and plopped a pillow tightly onto her little head.
Everyone is worried! We called grandma Mama too!
Mama’s eyes opened wide. Cleaning right now is what she had to do.

Path of Friends

Like a finger drawing on foggy glass,  
You peak sneakily through clouds as you pass,
High above me as I lay on the grass.
I could fall into you – will your dark side want to?
You show me something new – I will howl at the view.
But before you sneak off out of my sight,
Rest with me here in the fading daylight.
Confess to me what you have seen at night.
The waves would wash you clean – More forgiving than mean
Closer then you have been – spin and be truly seen. 
Like you, I try and weather pain with class.
I wonder where I would be without you.
In our darkest, I know we’ll be alright,
Although I know the space is vast between.

Horror Story

Horror Story.

Wife’s gone to bed, there’s a spooky sound
Still scared of the dark when no one’s around
I hear her snore in the room above, 
A reassuring growl, is just enough
In the film a killer is stalking
All the lights off, no one’s talking
Turn on the lights, an involuntary scream
Has no affect on those in the scene

A glint of a knife, raised in a hand
Bet she regrets this one-night stand
I know, I know, it’s only acting
I could tell, the kind she’s attracting
I’d have given her really sound advice
Forget the murderer, find someone nice.
But no, he’s here, no is not the answer
She’s an undercover cop, not exotic dancer
The tables are turned, during the struggle
I sneak off to bed, give the wife a cuddle.

David Cox 17/02/23

If I Were Famous

If I were famous – wanting to remain unseen
I’d have a secret way to leave my house.
While I’d sneak off as quiet as a mouse,
I’d have a “double” leave by limosine!

My house would have a pool inside and out!
My rooms would be so lovely and pristine
because I’d have myself (without a doubt)
a trusted staff to garden and to clean.

I’d use my money for good causes, and
I’d travel in the comfort of my jet.
Despite all that, I wouldn’t act all grand,
for never domineering could I get!

Perhaps a movie critic I would be.
I’d have a screening room. Friends I’d invite
to view new movies in my house with me.
At Oscars, in attendance I would be.

Though famous, I’d be like I am today -
still down to earth and working with my mind.
A homebody most likely I would stay,
and always I’d remember to be kind.

March 16, 2021 for Joe Sandler's If I Were Famous Poetry Contest

Another Cup of Tea

We’re going on a shopping spree, the wife and I this day,
The only question on my mind ‘how long I need to stay?’
‘Let’s go our separate ways and join up later on’
Is generally the theme, then in a flash she’s gone. 

I sneak off for a cuppa, a pot of tea no less,
It helps to pass the time whilst alleviating stress.
Half an hour or so has past, I’ll text to see the score,
But as far as the time goes she’s requested even more.

I pour another cuppa, my third or fourth to date
I’m past the point of worry should this cuppa make me late.
Another text appears ‘how’s it going, I’m not done!’
Cue another cuppa, tho’ my shopping’s not begun. 

My problems soon arise as my bladder fails to cope,
When I come back from a leak, is my chair still there I hope?
I’ve paid a call twice, in this last five mins or ten
And oh, my word I can’t believe I need to go again.

Then the text I’ve waited for ‘I’m finished, are you too?’
The answers pretty obvious now my ordeal’s almost through, 
Then the text I really dread, with a bladder on the verge,
‘Let’s have a cup of tea!’ She says, as I feel another urge!

A Nap

Every day at this time I need a rest;
A bit of time when I can close my eyes.
Finding some quiet can be quite the quest.
And, if I do, it’s a real surprise.
Sneak off in silence and say no goodbyes…
Letting anyone know would be unwise.

Afternoon shutdown of my tired brain
Makes quality productivity lack.
Keeping my focus becomes such a strain.
I can’t get things done. I can’t stay on track.
I’m told to get up and go get a snack
But too much of this, the boss blows his stack.

My eyes grow heavy, my mind wanders off.
Coworkers laugh as I constantly yawn.
“Get to bed earlier!” I hear them scoff.
It’s not the late night. It’s the early dawn,
And how sleeping time is so quickly gone,
Plus how the work day just drags on and on…

If you want me to get all my work done,
Give me a nap, if only a short one.

4/30/19 Urban Sonnet Contest - Sponsored by Emile Pinet

My Greatest Gift and Biggest Weakness

My Greatest Gift
 and Biggest Weakness

I recall my parents warning me, I was a little dense.
That my greatest gift and biggest weakness 
was that I trusted so easily. My uniqueness
lies in the manner that I never take offence.

I've trusted and have been taken for a fool 
yet each time I find myself trusting again, life's a sham. 
It's a weakness, a flaw, and yet it's who I am.  
I constantly put myself in predicaments to be plied like a tool.

My first high school football game was also my last.  
My friends convinced me to sneak off, "We'll have a blast." 
Whilst outside we strolled around chatting. 
When it came time to go back in, they stood laughing.

I felt awful. I was played for a fool. 
Shortly after my parents took me out of school.


8/26/2018


True story

Friends Take Advantage

Friends take advantage of me;
they don't plan to, but they do.
After I have been their friend for a while,
betrayal often comes with a snide smile
that places the blame squarely upon me.
Defending themselves with lies,
they cut the bonds of friendship.
The ones I loved the most hurt me the most,
shielded by trust; they took me by surprise;
for I had craved their names into my heart.
In my youth, friends were plenty,
but time slowly thinned them out.
It hurts inside when I lose an old friend,
especially when they've stolen from me,
in light of everything I've done for them.
Kindness gets repaid with scorn,
even though I've done no wrong.
They accept no blame for treating me thus
and overstepping the bounds of friendship,
they tend to sneak off without looking back.
I count my friends on one hand,
and that makes my heart so sad.

Word Play

Have you ever let the center of your deepest contemplation sneak off to the moment of words conception no not when they get to the infancy stage of ideas but really let each letter move passionately to the next till the generations of words come together and form realities coldest truths to the point of revolutionary self exposer oh no well I have and that's the way I form poetry

Scorn

Dust swirls heavily in the air
I choke on each painful breath.
Wailing cries from everywhere
mingled with blood and throes of death.

Turn cloak! You sneak off with jingling gold
singing some cowardly song.
No moral creed, no worthy code
a vile traitor you’ve been all along.

I will not die, not here, not now…
these grievous wounds aside.
I’ll hunt for you, and this I vow,
my vengeance shall not be denied.

So make your peace, you pathetic worm
together to hell we’ll abscond.
I’ll be your escort, if just to confirm
it’s the devil from whence you were spawned.

Who making acquaintance, shall mightily hiss,
your perfidious deeds he’ll revile.
Forever you’ll anguish in silent abyss,
to hell’s deepest circle,  I’ll see you exiled.

And when you regret ever having been born
and seek desperately, an end to your strife,
I’ll come with a sneer, and a token of scorn: 
the gold which you thought worth my life.

07/30/15

Average Day

Average day
We get up in the morning
We have breakfast but don't talk
Leaving for work, hesitating, looking for a reason to say goodbye

Work is sometimes busy
People yelling, the stacks of paper seem endless
Other times there is nothing to do
We joke quietly, reading the news
I sneak off to the fire escape
Standing 200 feet up I pull in the putrid city smell
At five we get up and say our goodbyes
The last words we will speak for the day

the hour drive home is slow, there really is no hurry
There are no hugs or kisses waiting
Quietly I walk in, so as not to disturb myself

Roast Beef and Yorkie Puds

(Sundays)


Each street sounded of
Lawn mowers, laughter, bicycles and bells
The odd car being revved up
And oh my! The heavenly smells
Each towns aroma was roast beef
Gravy and yorkie puds

When hungry tummies with baited breaths
Sneaked to the shops for sweets and other forbidden goods
Latch dogs roamed free in packs or joined in with us kids
Depositing delights, creating awful smelly skids

Ken Dod and his Diddy men, duster in his hand
'isn't it a nice day!' as he skipped through Diddy land

'eat up all your Brussels now!'
What a ruddy shame
That dog hates them as much as me
Traitor! Should be his name

Sneak off down the brick fields for some fun a fight or swim
Come home filthy and lie
About 'where on earth you've been?'

Four in a bath to stew and wash each others backs
Waters at a shortage now, unlike the dreaded smacks
Off to bed cross Lino floor to reach the bottom bunk
Can't wait to grow up now
And be a rebellious punk

Use Somebody

Useless is the time
Sexual is my mind
Exhausted is my heart.

Somebody stable my life needs
Old and alone is what ill grow to be 
Morning sun,i sneak off and run
Expect me to call back.never
Beautiful was our night
Orgasms couldn't have been better
Damn good i feel. cause today i learned
Yellow is the color of what isn't real

Fragile Or Not

Fragile or not
To me there's one thing that's unshakable,
and it's extremely the most breakable.
Hidden by rough exteriors a lot,
Though loving it would be my one goal if caught.
Yet other men would rather be "players"
and I will be labeled as that hater,
Because I only wish to treat it right,
and be the last one to protect its light.
That's why a women's heart needs gentle guys.
Not those who sneak off hurting her with lies...
Though you may hide it love, fragile or not,
I will take care of it, untie those knots.
And thus love you forever and always!
Till my last breath marks the end of my days!
CMS

Man On the Moon

If I could close my eyes and click my heels
and travel back in time, 
I'd be at Apollo 11 Launch Pad,
on July 16 of 1969.

The original crew was only three,
but now there'll be one more.
We're headed for the moon,
where no one has been before!

Four days after launch,
we will reach our destination.
If I could only sneak off first, I thought,
it would be a great sensation!

Apollo 11 blasted off,
we left without a flaw.
I took along my camera
so I could film the things I saw!

20 July, we reach the moon.
We're excited there's no doubt.
Armstrong, when we finally land
will be the first one out.

I'm trying to think of a clever way
to beat him to the door.
If I were the first man on the moon,
I'd be famous for evermore!

But then I started thinking,
this is a dream, it isn't true.
I can't be changing history,
so there's just one thing to do!

So, I closed my eyes and clicked my heels
and traveled back to now.
Although the journey wasn't real
I enjoyed it anyhow!

Contest:  "Close your eyes and click your heels"
Name:  Ralph Taylor

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