#hiding poems on Hello Poetry

Abner Ros Dec 2020

You'll struggle to find a home
Without smiling pictures hanging
On the walls.
No matter where you go,
You'll always find a home
With smiling pictures hanging
On the walls.
Because who would want to remember unhappiness
Because a wall is but an ideal of what you wish to be
Because no one would hang the sad pictures
On the walls.

#family #life #sadness #hiding #recluse #hidden #happiness

Sharon Talbot Dec 2020

A December Night

We live on the dark street at night,
Rows of old houses huddled in the cold.
Only one small door has a hesitant light
Glowing yellow against wooden gold.

Flowers and weeds are crushed and dry,
Wreathing withered, brown, grass yards.
Frozen blades crack as feet walk by,
Only wild things cross the hay-like swards.

Old people huddle near the wood stove
Or bake bread and pies in the oven.
Their little dogs are let out for a minute’s rove.
Even they shy away from a world so frozen.

The world of black and white
Dims sight and stultifies the senses
It dulls imagination.
So one goes to sleep and waits.

Waits for morning and
The first ray of sun
Reminding one of spring
And the light, warming the street.

December 2020

This was my impression when glancing out the front door late at night. I was cold and seemed much darker than usual, which was fitting.

#december #night #street #dark #cold #houses #dried #grass #frozen #hiding

Kagiso Universalis Dec 2020

I Am The Raccoon

But what does that mean?
I am the raccoon
Oblivious I’ve been

I once was a monkey
To make laugh was to live
I still am a monkey
much joy I still give

The monkey inside me
Might act as a cloak
Was the monkey inside me
Joker or Joke

The monkey, the mask
I thought it not me
The monkey, the mask
I did not yet see
That the monkey, the mask
Is a part of me

I am the raccoon
In case someone asks
I am the raccoon
Master of masks

A fox I once felt me
and foxy I was
A hunter I felt me
slick tongue and sharp jaws

The fox he was smart
And good at love’s game
But the fox he knew
Quick love ain’t the same

The fox, the mask
Charming and sly
The fox, the mask
Was wondering why
Why the fox, the mask
So hard he did try

I am the raccoon
Though cute my appeal
I am the raccoon
Your heart I will steal

The lion I’ve played
When time came to lead
The lion I’ve played
By word and by deed

When I was the lion
The orders I gave
When I was the lion
Like a king I’d behave

The lion, the mask
With a queen by my side
The lion, the mask
At the head of the pride
Felt the lion, the mask
Was not my true hide

I am the raccoon
I finally see
I am the raccoon
The masks they are me
Yet behind all these masks
Hides my curious mind
A little raccoon
Caring and kind
When he scavenges life
Happiness he does find
He shares it with all
And leaves no-one behind
🦝🐵🦊🦁🐘🐅🦓

The Raccoon is my spirit animal
And an artistic lense through which I view myself
This poem is my artist manifesto
It grows as I obtain new masks
And learn to put those to good use

#animals #masks #hiding #talent #artist #art #bard #bardic

Joss12 Dec 2020

Disquisition Disquiet

Worn dull, tired of lab grown
language stone carved
The way that can happen
Not just the obvious sonant brutality
acid bare knuckles
Other words, shaped for obscurity
slide
ar o u nd and a ro un d and
a r o u n d and
Skirting certain description
hiding behind
Below
like earth, unlike earth
unverified, unburied, not bare

#words #hiding #coming #out #lies

GQ James Dec 2020

Eyes see all through you.

I seen the spark in your eyes,
I took notice of the passion inside your heart,
I took notice of the love you show,
I took notice of the care you show,
Stop hiding how you truly feel and just show it,
Life is too short to hide your feelings.

I see more than you realize,
My eyes looked into your eyes,
My eyes saw you,
My eyes seen the realness,
What's true can't be hidden well as you think,
The lies are more obvious.

I can see you and through you,
You can't hide from me,
I see it all but nobody else can see you,
The ones you want to see will see you,
The ones who don't truly know you won't see you,
Them eyes are always on you but all through you.

YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM THE ONES WHO TRULY KNOW YOU.

#love #care #feelings #truth #lies #eyes #hiding

J Dec 2020

Puddle

it's raining again.
It's been raining a lot lately.
I rush outside with jars usually,
tonight I sit under
and I fill myself up.
my hair clings to my neck
my face
my soul.
I close my eyes,
dipping myself in and out of
the sky's tears
in hopes that she'll never recognize
the difference if I were
to be extracting tears of my own.
There will soon be no distinction
between me and the wet.
catching a breath, I peer up
I blink so much I'm surprised I can find the clouds
They shield Gaia from the cold
I count the stars, though I mistake
the majority of raindrops for the plasma.
So I tilt down,
face to Hell
my hair curtains around me
as if a cat had torn them into nothing but
clumpy pieces of string,
and recognize the puddle of a person,
through blurry sockets,
that I can no longer hide from.

I'm in a weird writing mood. I don't write many long things anymore, though, as we see

#crying #blurry #rain #puddle #hell #gaia #hiding #witchcraft #sky #hair

Wildflowerseverywhere Nov 2020

I'm good at hiding

I'm good at hiding
Can't you tell?
I whisper things
I'd rather yell.

I swear to god
I cross my heart
But you can't tell
The lies apart.

I close my eyes
So that you can't see
The one I'm showing
Really isn't me

#hiding #fear #introvert #quiet #lies #soul #intimacy