"hider" poems
The Butterfly is blessed with beauty and grace.
The Spider is eerie and withdrawn.
She flutters around to find Her perfect place.
He captures the heart of His next pawn.
Their souls never finding peace.
One day, He sets His elaborate trap.
Frightened and out of the whim,
She is caught in His web and a sudden hap!
The unfamiliar face captivates Him.
His world comes to a cease.
They look into each other's eyes,
Both hearts beating as one.
He sets Her free and sends Her to the skies.
She is left to be stun.
Her own feelings begin to increase.
These two creatures are different.
Their love was forbidden and never to become.
Despite the belligerent,
The devotion begins to succumb,
And the sorrowful souls were release.
"Please merciful goddess of the moon,"
The begged and resort,
Fearful that their passion would end so soon.
"Do not **** our love in sport."
Wishing the hatred would decease
The answer was to be entombed.
Their love was certainly a hider,
And from the start it was doomed.
It was a love between the Butterfly and the Spider.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
Here's to the...
Calorie counter
Long sleeve wearer
Excessive water drinker
Mirror believer
Professional over-thinker
Clever liar
Hair puller
Tongue biter
Thigh hater
Toilet bowl hugger
Magazine lover
Belly fat ****
At home cryer
Bedroom hider
Internet follower
Social stink bug
One sided therapist
Friend loser
Terrifying truth
Reality dodger
Space-brained
Nicknamed
Love rejector
Anxiety collector
Roller coaster rider
Personal antagonist
Perfection chaser
Hopeless dreamer
Nothing achiever
Unnoticed angel
Silent rainbow
Blood seeker
Soul-searching rebel
Wilting rose
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
Round and round in circles we go,
Like a merry-go-round,
The spinning never stops,
We are never on the same page,
Round and round in circles we go,
Chasing each other like a game of tag,
You run too fast,
I can never catch up,
Round and round in circles we go,
Play hide and seek,
I am an excellent hider, I do it so well,
You can never find me,
Round and round in circles we go,
I guess we are both to blame,
They say not to search for love,
It will find you, just stay put,
Round and round in circles we go,
I swore I would stop writing about you months ago,
But muses are a rare commodity,
You’re still buried deep in my thoughts,
Round and round in circles we go,
Just stop turning, stop running, stop hiding, stop pretending,
Come back, wait, please,
I promise I can love you better.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
i am a keeper
a hider
never a seeker
your thoughts
your secrets
the things you hoard
the way you are
i know.
i know them all.
don’t you worry,
i will keep them
hide them
and no one
will find them.
i am
strong and sturdy
dark as night
a firewall made
to conceal and
protect.
i will keep them
safe,
this i promise.
but, really,
how safe
your secrets will be
is
up
to
you.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
Does she know you like I know you?
Does she know your eyes water when you're tired?
Does she know you take your coffee black?
And sleep on your side, facing the egg shelled wall so dry,
Your lips crack with dry weather.
I used to rake my fingers ever so gently across your back just to feel you stir.
Make no mistake sir,
You’re twice times a liar and a lousy hider of secrets.
But that’s ok.
Morning comes,
I clean the house,
and as you sleep the day away,
If only, for one night, you could lay with me
and not murmur her name in your sleep.
I pretend not to see you wipe her lipstick from your cheek,
daring not to speak the unspoken
For fear of waking up alone.
For now we waltz around that elephant in the room.
But one day, I will ask you:
Does she know you like I know you?
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
I put on my sleeve
A picture of me
Of a guy who seems tough
Who dots the I's and crosses the t
I'm no the person
Who you might think I am
Sometimes I wish
I could change who to be
But what I'm to tell you
This is the real me
I'm a nerd
I'm a ****
I'm a gamer
I'm a rock
Everyone sees the outside
But they don't understand
I have visions to help
Everyone throughout the land
I'm a visionary
I'm a realist
I'm a dude
I'm an idealist
I've gone through hardship
Just like you too
I'm not a pampered *****
But I'm also not like you
I'm an ***
I'm a friend
I'm a listener
I'm a dead end
Everyone says that
I have greatness inside
I hate that ******* standard
Like I'm destined to ride
I'm a challenger
I'm a shover
I'm a marshmallow
I'm a lover
I could give it all
I would even give my heart
But to do all that I need
For her to be true from the start
I'm a man
I'm a kid
I think
I like to bid
I like to go against
To go against the flow
Whether it be to stay still
Or to go,go ,go
I'm a runner
I'm a hider
I'm a chicken
I'm a bider
I want to run
From all of my past
To never see the leftovers
Of that devastating blast
THIS is who I am
This is who I'll be
But No matter what
THIS IS ME
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
I'm walking,
And all I see are little puddles of blue
Blue, how typical
Blue, that's tries to be red and green
Blue, that will never see into me
Where are the crazies?
My ocean of rainbows, deep?
I can't live with the roommates in my head
They like to fight over chores while I'm not sleeping in bed
My muse, she's a hider
Wants me to speak for her
I can, lady, I can
I always have
It's the words they don't understand
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
did you know
that
the space between
a hedge and a wall
is just enough
space
for someone to hide?
when playing
hide 'n seek
I don't think
it's fair to have
two seekers on bikes
after one
barefoot
hider
but then again,
what can you
expect
from someone who
ignores their
"friends"?
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Just another "Good Bye"
by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker
I am not sure when it all changed from fumbling kisses to polite distance
When there had been fewer tears and more smiles
what if I had been a better hider, a better liar
perhaps you would have stayed ... perhaps
if there had been more joy and less pain
what if I had been a better actor and what if you had cared enough to notice at all
What changed hungry passion to duty and chore
Cold morning meetings with a chill that had nothing to do with temperature
Silent nights .. volumes left unsaid ...silent screams echo ... endlessly
perhaps I should have left ... perhaps
Wasted words and days and nights
such precious time spent in living an unlivable life
how did that which once felt as warm as a hearth fire end up like we were drowning in a tub of grey melting snow
How did "I Love You", turn into "Goodbye"
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
She already knows about metaphors
She knows about cliffs and edges
About how much I loved all
She understood the wilderness I don't want tamed
Gets the fire kept for the hurt you have claimed
I'm a runner
Too broken to stay
I'm a hider
Too scared to play
Chase me around the pines
Find me in the dark
Through the eyes that glow beneath the stars
Catch me naked and touch me where I keep my scars
Then Maybe
Just Maybe
You would understand
Like she understood
Or know
Like she knows
Till that, I will run again
Catch another sunset myself
Find another edge, another cliff
Another metaphor
For when you ask me
Like she did
"Why a fox?"
I would say
Like I did
"I Love Orange"
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
Falling down the windy planes,
Go diving down until insane,
Dropping into a wonderland,
Spiraling like a living fan,
From little eyes made out of glass,
Looking into the shadow past,
Seeing myself wake up again,
Restart the new simulation
I'm a hider, you're a seeker.
When did I become a peeker?
No running there's no stopping.
I can't stop myself from crying.
Why do I keep freaking trying?
I can't stop myself from crying.
I can't stop this ******* crying.
Please help me stop ******* crying.
From plastic beds to rocky roads,
I've lost my mind, I've woke up cold,
When did I get into green robes?
I am a sacrificed lost soul,
I can't help thinkin' I am dreamin'
My head can't work when it is steamin'
I've gone insane, i'm falling down,
A bird diving into the ground.
A bird diving into the ground.
Chained to the concrete rained-on ground.
I've lost my head, seeing in red,
I'm not the same as I once said,
I won't go down till I am dead,
Next, to the next, that's being led.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
you were born on the losing side of an argument so great it nearly cut your mother in half. to his knowledge, he shook you once, became your father and a hider of the rattled hand. when I wanted to drink, I watched you not sleep, and carried you to sounds I could not make. we each had one eye that believed in god. what eye you had made artifact of light itself. light’s longing.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
A longing obsession
Even deep in depression
One topic always rises above
An unknown poem writer
A frequent run hider
With ink always dripping with love
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 2:59 AM UTC
I Am…
I might be a fighter and a writer
Or a lover and a hater
But don’t be deceived by my looks
Cuz I’m somewhat a traitor
I might be kind and a little rude
And I might have lots of moods
But don’t be mislead by my attitudes
I might be a seeker or a hider
But I’m not a spider
I might be one those drivers
Who are some liars
But I know I’m not a bitter
I Know I’m a little hyper
But definitely not a hiker
So I ask you this are you a lover
And a hater
Or a hider and a seeker
Do you need a lighter
For your cigarette to become a fighter
My hugs need to be a little tighter
So then my despair can be on fire
My craves for the vapor is a little higher
I think I’m a survivor
‘Cuz I’m a striver
And a lot wiser
I’m like a tiger
But not a minor
So be a designer
And put on your eyeliner
and become a writer
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC