"hidding" poems
You were born with a garden of flowers reigning in your heart
Every flower bloomed at the right season
You caltivated your garden
You pruned your flowers
You watered your flowers
You loved your flowers and couldn't wait to share them
You gave the key to your garden to wrong people
They stole your flowers
They didn't help you water your flowers
They cut your flowers
Your garden was now ruined
What am I gonna do now? You asked yourself
You covered your head with blankets crying.
Your flowers are in ruins
You have fresh seeds now
Seeds to start a new garden
With tears running on your face , you revive the old flowers and plant new
You patiently build your garden again
The dead flowers are on the outskirts
The new flowers are hidden where no one can see them
You love your new garden more than before
More intensely that you are hidding it away
You dont want people to see your flowers
You don't want to give them the keys
You show them the old dead flowers when they come to view
Knowing very well that no one likes dead flowers
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC
Women bent over in a circle
A quilt is being born
Created with precision
of structure, harmony
Geometrically perfect
wedding band,log cabin.
The men are far away
fishing, hunting bisons
A dying fire, logs glowing
Icy winds wisttle under the door
back out through the chimney flue
Strong women, used to dangers
hunger, incertitude
marauding Indians
hidding out in the woods
Tighten up your circle
warm up your fingers
the quilt must be ready
For the new bride of spring
Colette Anne Naegle
copyrights 2009
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
I'm a lonely voice broadcasting radio waves into a deaf space
I'm unwillingly hidding in the shadow of all their grace
My emotions are an lonely civilisation in a empty space
My voice is useless when I'm outside their walls screaming at their gates
All that plays again and again is the shapes of my mistakes
While I'm sitting here wasted and displaced, sad I haven't got what it takes
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
In my office me and Gonzo waited speaking on deep issues
with no true meaning as usual.
Bastardo's heart had been broken for Drew had left him a beaten and
love bitten luchador slash attorney.
Senior Gonzo speaking endlessly to the hat rack had reminded me why
I never dropped acid anymore.
Poor gonzo had just been served with divorce papers to which
his only response was ****** amigo i never knew i was married.
As his attorney i belived a trip to mexico was outta the question for i had just got back do to some well a misunderstanding its legal
jargin you couldnt possibly understand.
His deadline was near and without my solid advise this man wouldnt be able to pull it off so being we had been in the bar for more than
eight hours we decided to make a exit through the mens room window.
Front doors are over rated.
In my legal office slash camper hey eveyone starts somewhere
okay.
I was reminded of my loved hellcat Drew
she had left many items here a satanic bible her boil cream.
how I did mis rubbing her webbed toes.
How was i to work Gonzo was a mess hidding under the table
so the ginger bread people couldnt find him
and return him to there bitter talentless leader
Kate Perry i swear if you stab me one more time senior gonzo
with that fork in my maracas im going to get medevile on your ***
Oh how i missed my tag team partner drew.
i should never have introduced her el man donkey who
resist such a uhh personallity.
But now here I sit with a madman under my table tripping his
***** off insisting I contact Simon Cowell to inform him
man tities are so yesterday.
If only I had gotten the Lindsy Lohan case I would finally have gotten my brake or maybe just a std.
Oh well theres always hope Mel Gibson will need me.
The road warrior was a true classico and he seemed so well
balanced compared to my reallity challenged cilent.
Remember kids if ever you have a chance to trip with senior Gonzo
its probaly best you hide all sharp objects.
adios Bastardo
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
Looking in your eyes I catch a glimmer of what was once most definitely meant to be.
I can intangibly hear a weary voice inside you and it is screaming to be set free.
Saddly you locked up your spirit tightly deep inside and replaced it with woe and fear.
The person you long to be seems miles away, but keep fighting my love and soon that person will be here.
Let go of everything that ties you down, unleash yourself from the crushing weight that's constructed of all your pain.
Let out that child, the one hidding inside, for they are in desperate need of time to run wild and frolic in the rain.
That surrounding light, your beauty within, almost blinding its grandure reaches ever so high.
Please don't be afraid to open up your wings, feel the rush of the wind when you finally take to the brilliant sky.
Truthfully this journey will not at all be easy, nor will you always be clear on the way.
If you are willing to endure it you may find yourself a little more with the dawn of each new day."
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Dreams and ambition
Is lifes fuel,
And reaching it is just as dangerous,
As giving up.
This lonely, cracked shell,
With a person hidding inside,
Waiting for her ticket,
Waiting for her time,
To be able to reach out,
Safely,
And grab that brass ring,
Before its to late.
BUT thats not going to be a problem!
Because while others worry about gossip and drama,
IM waiting for my chance!
To stand up and shout:
LISTENN UP!
THIS IS HOW ITS GOING TO GO!
Thats MY name up there,
In the shiny lights,
And this is YOUR chance to shine!
I've achieved my goal,
When will you be ready to start climbing towards yours?
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
A boy
His green eyes harsh and focused
Hair a light brown and cut short
It is messy and flat
From a hat that's held in his hand
A girl
Hair cascading to her shoulders
In a river of golden blonde
Eyes an ice cold blue
But have a soft look
They stand in a crowded room of people
Yet they only see each other
They are far
They are separate
They are strangers
But a connection is created
Their eyes meet for barely a second
And time stops
The rest of the world put on hold
For a simple glance
And there it lies
A black and blue bruise
Covering one of his blissful green eyes
It is swollen too
The boy takes the hat from his hands
Places it on his head
And pulls it down to hide the bulge of an eye
Nonetheless the girl saw it
No matter how long the look was for
She remembers
She's intrigued by it
She curious as to how he got it
What his story is
Why he is hidding it
Why he let her see
Even if it was only for a second
But while all this runs in her mindo
The boy has broken the intense gaze
He has moved on
Continued on his corse
Leaving the girl only to
Imagine
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
O my love
O my dear
I want to tell you about the moon this night
She is hidding in your eyes,
shining smoothly by touching my skin.
The wind
O the wind
O my love
brings you to me,
so I let you come in my mind, my love.
The star is spinning in my head,
do you know I get to have a bed late?
O my love
O my dear
The night sky is lying beside me
I just want you to know,
there is no body,
except you, if you let me love you.
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 6:04 PM UTC
We were once mountains
Standing tall, standing proud.
Mountains of great girth and of great pride.
We were once, the top of this world.
Landmarks, conquest, tourist attractions.
We were once as tall as the clouds.
And where safety , for the Eagles home.
We were once.
We were once, great boulders of strength and of size.
We were once great boulders hanging on for life.
We were once in the mids of this world.
Added beauty and charm to the mountains side.
Became steps to help others achieve their goals, became hidding spots for smaller animals to hid from their prey.
We were once great boulders.
Relatable, reachable and visable.
We were once.
We were once rocks, that have fallen from the highest of peaks.
Rocks that have been broken, slammed, stepped on to help you achieve.
Rocks that made up the lower grounds of a stream.
Planted, stacked and buried
As a bridge for your feet,
To keep you dry.
We were once rocks.
Used as a grip for your boots, to keep you safe.
As a path to guide you, to all that you achieve.
As caverns for the minnow and his family.
As a safe haven from the piranha.
We were once.
We were once dust
The wearing,
the fragile truth.
Looked upon as not a thing.
We were once.
We are once.
Once
We are all dust.
Once,
We are all the beginning.
Once,
We are all, the foundation.
Once,
We can see, we are all needed
Once,
We can hear, we are all our own strength.
Once we accept, all for who they are, all of what we can be.
Once,
We see truth and strength
In unity.
All is just as import to building a powerful mountain.
Once,
All this,
Then, this rocks dust can rebuild
His majestics mountain of strength.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
behind the shadow
he follows
the thief girl
she didn't notice
—of course
she was afraid of dark
—at first
and the day came;
the tanks were everywhere,
airplanes high in the air,
people were running,
and she was hidding;
in the shadow,
where there's no light
it was the time they finally met
so he asked her
how was out there beyond the light
she answered
it was bad
he shakes his head
that's not the answer-
describe it with your own words,
describe it like it is your eyes who speaks.
—he asked for the second time
his eyes are full of curiousity
her mind wonder to the event she saw just then
the flash was everywhere—
—she begin
dark water covered the ground—
—she continues
it was all chaotic and awful—
—then she told him all the stories
soon the loud sound intruded them
her eyes turns so dull
she fell lifelessly
he then saw the red flash on the ground
—so he run
he was no longer bound to the shadow,
he doesn't even know how
and soon he realise there's no more place to hide,
neither in the light nor in the dark
there's no more safe place
and he run;
now he's the guy with no shadow
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
It’s time to crack the bottle,
Time to numb the pain.
Time to open the umbrella,
Time to hide from the rain.
Some have easy lives,
And will never know the struggle.
Never knowing what some go through,
Because all they know is a hustle.
Never given the chance,
Making it with what they had.
Caught up in their surroundings,
Never having a Dad.
I’m thankful for what I have,
I know It could be so much worse,
That’s why I pay it forward,
I don’t need another curse.
I’ve had my own struggles,
In my own shoes I do walk.
Always keeping my head high,
No matter how much people talk.
I sit upon the fence post,
And try never to hold a grudge.
Because I know I'm not perfect,
I am no one to judge.
Still I sit here
Trying to numb my pain.
Fighting off my demons,
Like I'm fighting off the rain.
LIVE
LOVE
HOPE
Written By
RICHARD B SHICK
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
We stand in despairity,
Craving some clarity.
Yet too afraid to step out,
& figure it all out.
We stand in the dark,
Hoping life somehow provides a spark.
One bright enough to ignite a path,
Hoping it's one long enough to last.
We stand, hidding in our own,
Shadow. Hidden, alone.
The rays shine down,
Searching for a beautiful soul to surround.
But the flowers, the ocean,
The reality of commotion,
Seem to absorb each ray.
& in each day,
It becomes harder to step out,
Afraid the world will figure you out.
However the fear isn't there, to be exact.
It lies in a more complicated fact.
One we all have faced,
Is allowing ourselves to find our own place.
To step out of our own...
Shadow. To step out alone.
We stand here beneath our own dark side,
To ignortant to admitt, we all hide.
Stand there & question: why its so dark?
How in life, can i make my mark?
Stand there and believe,
That there's a sign that will lead.
A sign that will tell us who we are.
This, however, is farther than the farthest star.
Farther from any truth ever spoken,
Because in life, we are our own token.
So step out of that shadow,
The world isn't that shallow.
Discover the light,
Let your soul shine bright.
Take part in your time,
Life doesn't have a 'rewind'.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
half living...half dead
(something like that)
touching both sides
weighing them well
up and against eachother
as LOVE-ITSELF
i really have nothing to say
i try to convey some wisdom, that 's all
we are really not quite simply
as narscistic as we pretend
to be
so hidden
(usually by false exageration
of filial or "attractive" love)
a hidding place offering
false security
these are but opiates and are
the same
as all the other ones
we talk about
oh well
heading into the
"final inning"
who shall win?
WE DON'T YET KNOW
THE NAME OF THE GAME
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
I'm runnin as fast as i can.
There comming
Where can i go?!
I scream help
The only sound i hear
is those snarles.
I find a safe place
with more people like me.
I am jewish you see.
I've been running and hidding
and now im about to die.
****** has turned his nazi's into zombies
what do i do where do i run?!
how did this happen?
How can he see this as fun?
I start to talk to the people around me.
They tell me they have a way out,
but they need a hero.
I step up to the plate,
and take the fame.
Truly I just wanted to save
me..
We are all running through a open field,
hidding behind trees.
Then i look behind me
a zombie as big
and as tall as the clouds.
"oh **** what now?!"
I step out in front
of that zombie and grunt,
he stops and stares at me.
I tell him to stop and follow me
he turns around and runs.
I can't believe it's true,
thoes zombies are afraid of jews.
So i come up with a plan
to bring down that man.
We have to find a way
to **** ****** okay?
He is giving a big speech.
We have to sneak up from behind,
send those zombies to do our crimes.
Now ****** will never die.
Thats until i pull out my gun
and put a end to his fun.
Now hitler's gone away.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
I had everything the world can give but not you,
I was lonely in my heart and no idea what to do,
I was a hero and martyr in front of others,
But hidding my saddness and weakness in many colours.
I've could have stand againt an army alone,
But crying in the night when everyone was gone,
I have no fear for anyone in this world,
But I pray the suffering I've had no one would ever unfold.
You filled my heart with that which was missing,
The first time we were kissing,
I've felt how your soul enters in mine,
Now I'm complete, Oh my Love! ; you made me so Divine.
Maybe everything will finish soon,
But meeting you is my greatest fortune,
Even thought everything might break apart,
Know that I'm greatefully eternal to you in my heart!
And if it doesn't , I swear to God,
I will make you a queen and people will scream your name loud,
I will give you everything that this world can have,
Even beyond and even my heart!
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
secrets and lies
hidding and cheating
green skies
bad weather repeating
head strong
heart sick
right? or wrong
******** sticks
questions
without answers
reason?:
taking chances
lessons go unlearned
morals left behind
times have turned
nobody's purity shines
naivety crumbled along with chivalry
innocence is bliss
now, who agrees with me...
how'd it come to this ?
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
Dreading to go lay and fall asleep
In the dark is a child’s growing fear
Minute by minute as the time draws near
Wanting the comfort of a familiar voice
Reading a bed time story or singing a gentle lullaby
From someone who is precious, close and dear
Howling wind, rain drops on the panes, rustling leaves,
And scratching branches on the house from the trees
You pray to God for a full moon every night so you can see
And in return you only witness
Shadows’ dancing on the walls in the dark
Fighting with all your might you lose
To nightmares that go long into the night
Wanting a light of some kind it don’t matter
To break to deathly silence
And scare away all the dreams of violence
After covering your corpse with clean white linen
I make sure he walks out before me
So I can then turn your light back on
Just in case you should ever awake
From your eternal slumber and you then
Could find your way out of your temporary tomb
In case of a power outage I also put in your hand till the next
A token of light in your clutches that is made
Of a child’s plastic crucifix and beads
That absorbs light hidding from your sight
And in the darkness it will glow green.
(CARSr 9-28-12)
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
I awoke early this evening,
Just as I had planned.
I wanted to see a sunset.
I wanted....to feel.
As I sit and contemplate
the blisters upon my hand,
I realize the truth.
That ****** hurt!
What was I thinking?
What was I wanting?
What did I expect?
Why did I even seek the sun?
Am I wanting true death?
I don't think so.
Have I outlived my usefullness?
Perish the thought.
I must chalk it up to my love of beauty.
My love of all things mystery to me.
I know my tailor sews my clothes,
but how he comes up with the designs,
is a mystery.
I know my cat is hidding mice
within my lair. I can smell them, hear them.
This is a mystery as to why she does so.
My latest cloak is mystery itself.
So dark an indigo, as to be night.
The lining so dark a red, as to be blood.
With pockets of every shape and size
sewn within. Each pocket lined with
butter soft leather.
There are even places to obscure the presence of a knife.
I have decided it will be my new Mourning cloak.
Worn when dining. Perhaps a small souvenir tucked here and there within those lovely pockets.
No! That I will never do. There are rules and etiquette to be followed.
Ah, the moon shines now upon my desk.
The clock is ticking. My night time
fun ends quickly.
A last stroke of the quill. A last kiss upon a mangy, rat smelling head of crystal
and I am off.
~Lord Kellington
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 7:55 AM UTC
To cushion the effects
that life has thrown in your face
To collect in cupboards the memory
of your faceless expression
To televise the news you sent to me
so freely leaving out the best bits
So i could create a world of my own
And the table is laiden with
All the good things money could never buy
Step lightly on the carpet of roses that
I have place for your tender feet to step
oh my there is so much freedom in your smile
I sigh long and hard
not knowing which way you have turned
or which tunnel you are hidding in
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 5:08 AM UTC
Once I thought we were friends
You know the kind
Who would watch each others backs
Offer a few kind words through the darkness
A cosmic hand to hold
when the family I had created around me
couldn't understand
or even hear my screams for help
Not that you heard me screaming for help
You didn't need to
You just had to be there
Needing
I think it strange how friendship can mean so little
How do we fall away
How in fact do we crawl through the misunderstanding
There is much I don't understand I guess
So I leave you measages
Which you never answer
I think of you
Hidding in corners
Watching from spaces
Looking within moments
The surreal
Is the fact that I know very soon your come out
From your hidding place
You who are your own prisoner
I will count to five now
And then I will expext to hear your voice
Will I hear it I wonder
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 11:59 AM UTC
Like qualified pilots who have lost control of their aircraft.
My strength and confidence is has been drained,
I have non no more.
Like the aircraft falling apart in mid-air.
I feel my self shatter,
I can feel that am breaking,
I know that i have been splintered
And only love can stir me back into position.
With every piece of debri falling from the sky,
And into the middle of nowhere but the hospitality or open seas.
I am lost, deep in the depths of lonliness.
Sinking fast into the scary world of heartbreaks.
Falling so quick it cannot be stopped the last crush of the rest of the aircraft has been captured by the creatures of the sea and no other witness.
Sudden silence and then whispering waves hidding all the evidence,
I keep faking my smile everyday,
Being welcomed by a pool of tears every night.
The only witness present is my sobbered pillow.
Yet like air controllers,
Those who care seem to wonder
"What on earth has happened to her sparkle?"
"The most inticing eyes have been powdered with grey"
"Where has she lost her zeal,
Her love for nature is gone,
What happened to all the inspirations that made her write?"
And at the back of my mind i wish somebody would get the answers.
All the answers can only be found by the search rescures,
Maybe somebody out there knows i need help,
Somebody willing to get all the answers, i guess...
Somehow i know,
That my heart like a black box lies,
In the deepest ends of the sea bed.
Unless some one comes and opens it,
I will never really know is wrong with me.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
No one likes the middle finger truth
No one wants to be reminded of
The monster we've let ourselves become
The horribly murders of innocence
The terrible teeth gnawing at the flesh of our own children
The gluttonous hounds devouring nature and wildlife for parking lots and imaginary cures
The ghastly drones of war and profit
Acheving nothing more than an anemic effort at faking compassion
Tragedy after tragedy after tragedy
Cheap paint on posters
Clever words behind "hashtags"
5 seconds of our time
To ease our minds and let us ease back to our comfy little lives
Where we can ignore the middle finger truth
As we sip our overpriced coffee and teas with fancy names
Writing pretty prose for pretty things
Soaking our indifference in cheap perfume
As if hidding the monster under our skin
Will erase the world of our sins
So let me write another poem
Of my favorite muse
Her undying beauty
Her vivid soul
The promise of her lips
The heaven hiding between
her hips
How my heart will always
unknowingly be hers
But she will never be the one sleeping
by my side
And I will crumble and fade and my
body will return to dust
As my heart lives on
Being madly and wildly and
Impossibly in love
Because that would be easier
Than writing about the
Middle finger truth
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
I'm a little more then lost right now.
A little more then scared
I thought I knew who to trust
But now I see no one cares
My heart is aching
My future is shaking
I'm about to loose it all
But I know your smilling
Deep down,there's no hidding
You never really cared
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Its good to see your tears are done,
Little kitten,
It hurts me when i see them run.
Ima little smitten,
By the way
Your eyes play
Throughout the day, All sleep, no pay.
Keep hidding behind my toes
(Trust me they'll keep you safe)
Keep bristling against my nose
Whiskers and bells and whistles.
Watching your heart fall like a mistle.
Wishing i put up with the gristle..
I hope you fly
And i hope you dont find out untill you try.
To be taken by surprise and see the world from the sky.
To look down from the clouds and see the sparkles in my eye
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC