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hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Published
30th Apr 2025 10:34pm
30th Apr 2025 10:34pm
Genuine
I do not want to surprise you in a poem
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine
#art
64 reads
0 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Published
30th Apr 2025 9:47pm
30th Apr 2025 9:47pm
Goodbye?
This is goodbye
so please don't think that
we are a community.
Many of us would agree that
writing is a lonely task
so don't try to convince me that
encouragement will help
because
writing in isolation
is better than
bouncing ideas off one another.
Moreover,
I'm incapable of self-expression.
It would be wrong to think that
all of you are creative
because
not all of you are valued;
it's just not true that
I'll miss you!
Now read from bottom to top!
so please don't think that
we are a community.
Many of us would agree that
writing is a lonely task
so don't try to convince me that
encouragement will help
because
writing in isolation
is better than
bouncing ideas off one another.
Moreover,
I'm incapable of self-expression.
It would be wrong to think that
all of you are creative
because
not all of you are valued;
it's just not true that
I'll miss you!
Now read from bottom to top!
#friendship
#PowerOfWords
#support
90 reads
4 Comments
Fiftysevenhours
Published
30th Apr 2025 9:28pm
30th Apr 2025 9:28pm
Tangible dreams
There was a flower today,
Blooming beside where we used to play.
The first,
Since you passed away.
If you weren't who you were,
Unrestrained and revelling,
Amongst all of life's temptations.
You could be Eve,
Were summer to turn and leave.
Though then as now,
You'd bear no guilt.
It stands two tangs towards the sky,
And you'd,
Aptly rub along the back,
Of a pitch forked,
Branching tree.
Instead,
It rises where you lay,
Turning you,
Back towards a stretching sky.
Turning you,
Into a...
Blooming beside where we used to play.
The first,
Since you passed away.
If you weren't who you were,
Unrestrained and revelling,
Amongst all of life's temptations.
You could be Eve,
Were summer to turn and leave.
Though then as now,
You'd bear no guilt.
It stands two tangs towards the sky,
And you'd,
Aptly rub along the back,
Of a pitch forked,
Branching tree.
Instead,
It rises where you lay,
Turning you,
Back towards a stretching sky.
Turning you,
Into a...
#death
#dreams
#NaPoWriMo2024
47 reads
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LilDragonFly
Published
30th Apr 2025 9:17pm
30th Apr 2025 9:17pm
Orphan of Ivory
She suckles from plastic,
not wrinkled flesh—
no heartbeat beneath the skin
of this quart-sized bottle,
no mother’s trusting nudge
to steady her trembling steps.
Her eyes,
the bluest brown,
still too young to carry
the weight of memory,
search for all
that will never return—
a shape, a scent,
a trumpet in the tall grass.
Wrapped in threadbare green,
she wears her raw grief
like a second hide—
dust-colored,
sun-cracked,
stitched by gunshot silence.
A warm keeper’s hand
now...
not wrinkled flesh—
no heartbeat beneath the skin
of this quart-sized bottle,
no mother’s trusting nudge
to steady her trembling steps.
Her eyes,
the bluest brown,
still too young to carry
the weight of memory,
search for all
that will never return—
a shape, a scent,
a trumpet in the tall grass.
Wrapped in threadbare green,
she wears her raw grief
like a second hide—
dust-colored,
sun-cracked,
stitched by gunshot silence.
A warm keeper’s hand
now...
#confessional
13 reads
4 Comments
DaisyGrace
Published
30th Apr 2025 8:02pm
30th Apr 2025 8:02pm
Raise a Glass
And here at the end of this grand design
we’re packing our pencils away.
We’re stacking up poems and sweeping the floors
and thinking of just what to say.
We’ve loved and we’ve hated and cried our way through
this crazy puke green underground.
We’ve argued and lusted and poked in good fun
(and some things were over before they’d begun)
and made this whole website renowned.
So, here’s to our Poetry – long may she stay
in our mouths, on our lips, in our bones.
May she comfort our hearts as we take our own path
and walk into...
we’re packing our pencils away.
We’re stacking up poems and sweeping the floors
and thinking of just what to say.
We’ve loved and we’ve hated and cried our way through
this crazy puke green underground.
We’ve argued and lusted and poked in good fun
(and some things were over before they’d begun)
and made this whole website renowned.
So, here’s to our Poetry – long may she stay
in our mouths, on our lips, in our bones.
May she comfort our hearts as we take our own path
and walk into...
#WritingPoetry
10 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Published
30th Apr 2025 7:01pm
30th Apr 2025 7:01pm
KristinaX
Hello Kristina, caress the urge and know me
With a soft touch, the untouchable
Your beauty astounds me
Your sexuality arouses a temptress
With enchantments spilling from my lips
I empty the chalice of its scorn
feverish with delight
My demons greet
seduction over midnight's orgasm
You wicked Vixen, touch me deeply
arousing my senses and sating my need
Provoke the harlot in me
Who steals kisses while you sleep
tenderly tending to your ache
blushing bare and open
to receive the kiss of a devil ...
With a soft touch, the untouchable
Your beauty astounds me
Your sexuality arouses a temptress
With enchantments spilling from my lips
I empty the chalice of its scorn
feverish with delight
My demons greet
seduction over midnight's orgasm
You wicked Vixen, touch me deeply
arousing my senses and sating my need
Provoke the harlot in me
Who steals kisses while you sleep
tenderly tending to your ache
blushing bare and open
to receive the kiss of a devil ...
#erotic
#lust
258 reads
9 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Published
30th Apr 2025 6:55pm
30th Apr 2025 6:55pm
cratered
regress the history
Look back, the memories are coming for you
Hateful honesty, little has changed from life to life
Past sins haunt
It is regrettable
Fortunately, I need you
In the eternal storm, a fiend for you
escalate the internal violence
until fire comes from your eyes
sinsister little darling daring to come closer
fanged, understanding my claws are out
With a trajectory of madness
aimed at your understanding
Sick slick ache is to be known
heard inside the noise
Belittling none, only want to...
Look back, the memories are coming for you
Hateful honesty, little has changed from life to life
Past sins haunt
It is regrettable
Fortunately, I need you
In the eternal storm, a fiend for you
escalate the internal violence
until fire comes from your eyes
sinsister little darling daring to come closer
fanged, understanding my claws are out
With a trajectory of madness
aimed at your understanding
Sick slick ache is to be known
heard inside the noise
Belittling none, only want to...
#dark
73 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Published
30th Apr 2025 6:26pm
30th Apr 2025 6:26pm
Thought, untamed
Shadows slide
up and down tree trunks
as wind nudges bare branches
Sunlight dripping
mottled
from clearest spring sky
The forest is never still.
A ringing hum in my ears
the only constant
persistent as coastal breeze
Patterns of twigs and clouds
punctuated
by bright red moments
of coherent thought
maple blossoms out of reach
Concepts un-graspable
as slippery shade
forever mutating
and formless
.
up and down tree trunks
as wind nudges bare branches
Sunlight dripping
mottled
from clearest spring sky
The forest is never still.
A ringing hum in my ears
the only constant
persistent as coastal breeze
Patterns of twigs and clouds
punctuated
by bright red moments
of coherent thought
maple blossoms out of reach
Concepts un-graspable
as slippery shade
forever mutating
and formless
.
#ADHD
#freedom
#meditation
#myself
#trees
88 reads
4 Comments
AmyMMosier
Published
30th Apr 2025 6:22pm
30th Apr 2025 6:22pm
They tell me that I perished
They tell me that I perished
But I've never felt more alive
And the warmth of your presence
Still lingers in my mind.
I ventured longer than an arm -
Beyond the dim horizon -
Further than a murky quasar
Yet less than a prayer's span.
When you stop to think of me -
When tears can't help but fall -
Know that it's okay to grieve
And let them wash your soul
Then look up and say a prayer -
Since words have power of flight -
I'll catch it at heaven's shore -
Think of you - smile and sigh.
But I've never felt more alive
And the warmth of your presence
Still lingers in my mind.
I ventured longer than an arm -
Beyond the dim horizon -
Further than a murky quasar
Yet less than a prayer's span.
When you stop to think of me -
When tears can't help but fall -
Know that it's okay to grieve
And let them wash your soul
Then look up and say a prayer -
Since words have power of flight -
I'll catch it at heaven's shore -
Think of you - smile and sigh.
#death
24 reads
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SweetKittyCat5
Published
30th Apr 2025 5:57pm
30th Apr 2025 5:57pm
Saints And Sinners Week (Taking Me Down Softly.. Mm.. His Way)
I should had known once I stepped in the ring as a light weight
The warning he was way out of my league came too late
Going the distance, with a heavy weight contender
A Don Juan battling to steal my heart, or a true Casanova pretender
To retain my being single title, locking it in place to defend my belt
Although, with one whisper he has the power to make my tender heart soft, then melt
Both of us standing toe to toe in the center ring
Oh, sweet Jesus, his virility looking good, a sculpted body of...
The warning he was way out of my league came too late
Going the distance, with a heavy weight contender
A Don Juan battling to steal my heart, or a true Casanova pretender
To retain my being single title, locking it in place to defend my belt
Although, with one whisper he has the power to make my tender heart soft, then melt
Both of us standing toe to toe in the center ring
Oh, sweet Jesus, his virility looking good, a sculpted body of...
#moon
#mythology
#sun
#water
#lover
212 reads
InDreamz
Published
30th Apr 2025 5:10pm
30th Apr 2025 5:10pm
To the Deep ...With love
Deep Underground Poetry
is adorned with gems:
diamonds, rubies, emeralds;
they are the stardrops
that melted, melded and molded
into stellar poets;
with their exquisite, emotive and evocative ink
they touched the hearts of many.
The Deep- a society of
intellectuals, artists ,seers ,
and misfits like me-
an amalgam of colorful diversity
of culture, customs ,thoughts
united in one spirit
called the Deep Under Ground Poetry.
The halls echoed with their
laughter and tears,
insanity and...
is adorned with gems:
diamonds, rubies, emeralds;
they are the stardrops
that melted, melded and molded
into stellar poets;
with their exquisite, emotive and evocative ink
they touched the hearts of many.
The Deep- a society of
intellectuals, artists ,seers ,
and misfits like me-
an amalgam of colorful diversity
of culture, customs ,thoughts
united in one spirit
called the Deep Under Ground Poetry.
The halls echoed with their
laughter and tears,
insanity and...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
146 reads
13 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Published
30th Apr 2025 5:02pm
30th Apr 2025 5:02pm
Headache
it's like losing an extended extended extended extended...............
FAMILY.
closer it gets to severing
i am OK
as long as i don't THINK
don't think about
it
Why am i crying now?
Fuck me!!
i am thinking
and everyone in my circle know
i think too much
FAMILY.
closer it gets to severing
i am OK
as long as i don't THINK
don't think about
it
Why am i crying now?
Fuck me!!
i am thinking
and everyone in my circle know
i think too much
#myself
#sadness
52 reads
1 Comment
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