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Popular Escape Poems

Divine Longing

by Ayatullah Nurjati

You are the air that fills my soul,
The whisper in winds that makes me whole.
Yet human I am, with flaw and stain,
Yearning for purity, escaping pain.

In this love, where mercy overflows,
I find myself, in both highs and lows.
No earthly hand, no fleeting embrace,
But in Your sight, I find my place.

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desert dreams

by Sarah A

i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive

i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks

i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going

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Escape

by Aurelia Lucina Wealthberg

let’s escape you and me to the dream world
let’s escape you and me from this “real world”
let’s escape you and me from our prisons
let’s free ourselves from our poisons
let’s find our own way
we are always missing anyway

let’s dream let’s hop let’s scream let’s hope let’s be real let’s be mad let’s be crazy, or we’ll lose ourselves to this dumb joke, this dumb game, this dumb trap…

let’s dance let’s sing let’s draw let’s paint let’s create let’s swim let’s fly….

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fleeing

by Allyson Sirois

traveled too far for an escape
lost in thick smoke
an angel in hell
forgot my name
floating on the styx

traveled too far for an escape
no new beginnings
a failed quest for redemption
flesh blood dripping

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Anonymous Me

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Heavy pressures of fame were getting to me, since I was world famous,
And desperately needed a getaway, as a rainbow sometimes detains us.

I was a successful performer, and ardent press went wherever I went,
Like exotic sunsets, which give not 100, but up to a thousand percent.

I'd always really loved my career, the excitement, the fans and thrills,
Sort of like the sensation you get, when a pale moon gives you chills!

Yet I needed to be completely alone, in a distinctive retreat of my own,

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Recent Escape Poems

4am

by K Louis

I pulled a few poems out my belly today
they were nude

I stared at Picasso's Mediterranean
landscape 1952

sharp edges turned into skull

but i thought about that one dream
I had where the sunrise was gently

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"The wind carries no scent."

by Dylan Wu Rong

It was not the first day,
I do not know if it would be the last.
Somewhere I hope it to be,
but I keep telling myself I do not.
The spring leaves are grey,
the blossoming flowers look wilted.
the water of the river have gone still,
there is no mound in the soils.
In this vast open space,
surrounded by the great north mounts,

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