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Maria Mitea Dec 2020
in our own homes
i want to dig up my ancestors
-ask if they are willing to change places

- ask them who we are
where we come from
and where we are going
Poetic T Apr 2020
Some are like caged hens
banging there heads on the
        metal metaphors of desperations.

Non confirmative to the needs of seclusion,
as they were once free range.
           The eggs of doubt and walking in
secluded circles,
                 can drive one to
desperation!
or even to the moment of silence.

We all are meant to be free range,
             and now were battery hens,

running out of charge..
East Wind Aug 2019
Brilliant...
I thought I wanted this
secludedness,
but most birds don't fly
without their flocks.
Repeatedly,
I am taking off.
I'm journeying to mountain tops.
I say my dears, I'll be back
When I find the shell
that hides my prize,
only to wonder why I am lost
caging myself from  
passing life.
Carl Halling Jul 2019
Another me
There was another me
But not the better me,
But so carefree,

A better me,
That’s who I am today,
So secluded that I may be
A better me,

I brought
Happy go lucky joy,
To many,
You might say I was a golden boy,

A better me,
That’s who I am today,
So secluded that I may be,
A better me,

I can’t be the madcap
I used to be,
Simply,
I would not wish to be,

A better me,
That’s who I am today,
So secluded that I may be,
A better me.
'So Secluded That I May Be' was completed as an autobiographical song lyric on 10 December 2018.
Keely Gallagher Apr 2019
“I’m writing this somewhere secret, and green, and  beautiful..

Sparkling water and intoxicating seclusion
That I should be drinking in with relief.

But all I can think of is how badly I wish you were here with me to share in this solitude.

We could wander for hours amongst blossoming weeds, and forget what happened that left us bereft”
I have a beautiful and magical secret pond that I’ve found in my suburban neighborhood full of rules and watching eyes. For the first time since I moved here, I have somewhere I can sit and breathe.
It makes me miss my loved one, but pain can become beautiful.
Jiya Oct 2018
She doesn’t like to leave the house.
Her mother disapproves.
‘Why don’t you go socialise?’
She could, but with who?
Her fictional prince?
Those middle-aged band members?
Her favourite characters in that one book?
She has embraced her isolation.
Mother will just have to do so too.
A short poem about isolation and loneliness that can come with having no one to talk to.
Nyx Sep 2018
When I get sad
I liked to curl into a ball
That way I can pretend
That I dont exist at all

Within that ball
I hide my self
In hard to find places
Tight and secluded
I always find the right spaces

Hidden from the prying eyes
Of the people all around
Gossip spread by word of mouth
Makes my head spin round

I close my eyes tightly
Cover my ears with my hands
knees tucked away
becoming as small as I can

Using the logic of a child
Who's too afraid to come out
If I can't see them, they cant see me
Let's pretend its true, Forget the doubt

Underneath a cloud of sin
Beautifully dark and secluded
Within this sadness i dwell
My Problems concluded

I'm a little ball of safety
Built especially for me
Hush now be silent
Just leave me be
Breathtakingly stark
icy pools in somber eyes
distant, secluded
My first ever haiku. How was it?  Any improvements needed?
Contoured Nov 2017
They let me out today,
The demons in my head.
Left the gate unlocked,
"Leave the cage," they said.
I took one step outside,
The sunlight burned my skin.
My body wanted to leave,
But my mind stayed in.
I've left the cage before,
Several years ago.
I escaped that time,
They didn't let me go.
As I left the cage,
Thoughts flooded in.
Thoughts of things I've done,
Thoughts of where I've been.
I got too overwhelmed,
By my presently haunting past.
I could've been their first escape,
But I always finish last.
Day Oct 2015
confirmation,
is what i need,
just a hint,
**someones listening.
everybody wants to be heard
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