#flee poems on Hello Poetry

Tomas Denson Dec 2014

Run

Love is the death of honour
pain the demise of grace
voices whisper and taunt these thoughts
plaguing my waking hours, infecting my dreams
i stand before, then toward i crawl
yet another cross-roads, another choice
run, tempts the voice in vicious spite
run and not return, someone else again, reinvent
that your worthlessness may not be found
the true face to stay hidden behind façade
flee, pretend you can be free
seductively the voices cajole without cease
to walk away from those i owe
leaving honour in the dust of broken promises
for the pain they bring is to great to bear
here people that love me in hope and grace
you are not worthy, voices sibilant, bring only pain
and i know it is all i am, consumed by hurt
a heart beating on for no purpose, absent of reason
love immolates me in corrupted, desired, fiery agony
destroying strength, abolishing honour
here grace has nothing to do but fall, fall fall
all,the while voices giggle in mocking murmur.

#love #hate #pain #hurt #grace #run #whispers #honour #flee

Evan Hayes Dec 2014

Little Town of Mine

I'm drinking dark water
Don't tell father
The sun is leaving my room today
It's dark and left astray
Million parts of me in the ashtray

Take a deep breath
Hide all the ****
I might be gone
But I haven't left
I want something to do
Feel me like you do
I've noticed you too

Mt. Pleasant, this town
Taught me to frown
Taught me to hate
And showed me that fate
Is ******* as of late

This tiny little school
In this tiny little town
Turned me to a fool
Drowned in my own pool
Of regret
And I fret
I'm going to take off like a jet

I'm not taking you
I'm taking my car
I'm gonna go far
Enough for you
Don't say sorry
I'll just hurry
Sit by the fire
Drink your cider
Inside the lie
Where you lie
Your life away
I tried enough
To break these cuffs

#leave #town #small #flee

Sydney Ann Dec 2014

Warmpth

Your warming touch
Penetrating stares
Filled with such
Love and care

I lose myself
I'm out of sight
This I have felt
This freezing night

I met your gaze
I'm filled with Light
In a daze,
But that's alright

I fight to keep
My heart from Pounding
Breath from Sounding
Feet from Fleeing
Body from Freezing up

Also from when I was with Polar Opposite....

#love #brave #flee #polaropposite

Dexteix Sep 2014

The Flight of the Coward-King

Passing over mountains
and forging over fords
slipping though forests
filled with dappled shapes,
the Coward-King makes his escape

His heart is beating
and his mind is fleeing
As behind Him
burns all he has ever known

His kingdom ablaze
His cities razed
Fields salted
books torn and statues melted
His people fighting in the ruins
dying ,trying,
to let this not be the end

Flee Coward-King
as your nature becomes known
as the mailed fist torches your own.
**** whats been done!
the Great Enemy has come!
the dread Master
of a dark and terrible horde
and his servants seek you
with ****** swords

Dark Knights on vile steeds
Grim men of black heart
Exiles and renegades
each eager to do his part

To bring you low
to make sure you reap
what you've sown
Can you hear the hounds a baying?
Neath the trees swaying
was that the sound of horses neighing?
The shadows playing
Your wits derailing,

Coward-King,
Your fortress walls have failed
and your flight will be to no avail

Hi everyone, second part of what may end up being a series. I had some issues with this one, as it got a bit hairy there for a second. I am also uncertain about the second last stanza, I have not found something similar but I could be wrong apart from the reap what you sow stuff.
Any event, feed me critiques as its only my second posted work and I may need to rewrite.

#fantasy #flee #runningaway #coward-king

Arcassin B Aug 2014

"Is Better"

By Arcassin Burnham

sometimes you mite think it mite be
too late,
If she calls him on her phone,
Her discussion is better,
And if shes loving what he says,
Her guilty pleasure is better,
But you just gotta be better,
Better,
Loving all the underwear in ur closet,
Hoping that the runs you take
leads no exhaustion,
Making love in a car,
mite just be too mainstream,
better realize who you are,
maybe better if you flee the scene.

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/08/is-better-full-mastered-version.html

#it #now #flee

Rebecca Scull Aug 2014

She was Sitting on her Windowsill

She was sitting on her windowsill,

looking at the tree's.

She was sitting on the windowsill,

with her hands between her knee's.

Her mind was at the edge of nowhere,

waiting to be seen.

But nobody came to look for her,

not the clouds, nor the tree's.

Her feet were braced right at the edge,

no longer anyplace to flee.

She was sitting on her windowsill,

thinking how soft the ground looked

way up with the tree's.

Downwards she tumbled,

now she was seen.

She is sitting at her windowsill,

floating with the birds and the bee's.

They noticed her.

#longing #birds #see #sitting #bees #flee #windowsill

Daniela Jun 2014

she left me for the sea

She had this obsession with the sea,
I didn't understand.
She spent all summer there,
laying in the sand.
I never liked the beach.
Or at least I never liked the effect it had on her;
how she counted every calorie so she could wear a bikini,
how her heart-shaped sunglasses covered her eyes, her stunning eyes.

I never fully understood her.

Perhaps I should've spent less time
trying to figure her out
and more time by her side.
She wasn't one of my experiments,
she used to clarify that all the time.
And maybe she was right.

**Now that she's gone there's nothing left to try to understand.

#love #left #ocean #sea #leaving #flee #calories #sunglasses #analogy #calorie

Daniela Jun 2014

kaleidoscope

You used to say that every time I moved my body would align into something beautiful, just as the beads in a kaleidoscope.
You used to spend hours staring at me and I felt as if I could shine on and on for days.
I am not a kaleidoscope.
Or maybe I am, in which case you're the light, and now that you're gone,
so am I.

#love #sad #alone #leave #lover #left #kaleidoscope #loving #flee #analogy

Jordan Harris Jun 2014

drapetomania

a dire desire
to flee
to wheel the spine around
and stumble in the opposing direction
quit, split, fly
the physical embodiment of escapism

a towering tsunami
there are only three directions to go:
to face
to exile
to be crushed a statue

a pinched atom
compressed in a chronograph
has a beach still to pour
during here and after now

a glinting ax
to smash the glass
easy

a tug
unlike a leash on a hound's leather collar
great draft horses quarter the prisoner
meat hooks pierce intestines
dismemberment
at its finest

overwhelmed
i run

#fear #away #run #flee #drapetomania