Escape Poem by Nathan Coppedge

Escape

Rating: 4.7


I stopped calling things eachother
long before I knew
I’d found a way between the walls
where I could always go—
where I could always go to sing
to the remnants and the blooms
sing of where and how I’d been
and would a day return—
moments where shadows grow
along each lonely thing.

Saturday, March 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poems is partly an attempt to summarize my love of urban environments.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 28 March 2014

This escape is a great hope because poet considered the laws of similarity(I stopped calling things eachother long before I knew) desire ends with concludind(and would a day return—moments where shadows grow along each lonely thing.) Nathan your poem is really a poem that can create a thought bless be upon you

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Uriah Hamilton 24 April 2014

A genuine pathos of loneliness.

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A B Faniki 27 September 2019

Nice one. Thanks for sharing

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Chuy Amante 28 May 2014

Sing your way thru life that is very important now add dance to that till you crash down with door bent

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Rosmin Elsa Mohan 26 May 2014

Nathan, a nice thought! i think everybody will have a point of escape where they can be ' just themselves'. good write! all the best!

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Roseann Shawiak 30 April 2014

Upon reading this poem, all sorts of thoughts started sprouting within my mind. Great moments happening in the shadows of all the lonely things, not being called each other's.

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Nathan Coppedge 24 April 2014

Re: Uriah Hamilton: Thank you. I don't find this to be a painful thing to say. And not to be snippety, but this poem gives me sweet feelings, not necessarily sour ones. So you have reason to feel relieved.

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