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The latest poetry and short stories posted on DU Poetry.
Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
adagio
Published
18th Feb 2025 11:12pm
18th Feb 2025 11:12pm
Shake 'n Bake
Longing to savor the quiche of your decaying flesh
with sawdust memories running my fingers through
your hair with the fragrance of death's underwear...
Can i taste you there? As sensations lingers from
your mouse hole riding a crooked toad, so I have
been told, savoring the quiche with the Shake 'n Bake
...can I taste you there?
with sawdust memories running my fingers through
your hair with the fragrance of death's underwear...
Can i taste you there? As sensations lingers from
your mouse hole riding a crooked toad, so I have
been told, savoring the quiche with the Shake 'n Bake
...can I taste you there?
#erotic
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Johnny_Silver
Published
18th Feb 2025 10:57pm
18th Feb 2025 10:57pm
Beyond Repair
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
Down the rabbit hole of despair
Tell me, are you there?
Tell me, are you there?
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
Down in a world so unfair
Am I beyond repair?
Am I beyond repair?
Walking in
Swimming out
Can't breath underwater
Sinking deeper
Embrace the reaper
Can't you see I'm going under?
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
...
Fallin',
Fallin',
Down the rabbit hole of despair
Tell me, are you there?
Tell me, are you there?
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
Down in a world so unfair
Am I beyond repair?
Am I beyond repair?
Walking in
Swimming out
Can't breath underwater
Sinking deeper
Embrace the reaper
Can't you see I'm going under?
Fallin',
Fallin',
Fallin',
...
#despair
#loneliness
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Cobra1101
Published
18th Feb 2025 10:51pm
18th Feb 2025 10:51pm
Following the crowd
I can not follow the crowd, they’re going the wrong way,
I can not do what they do, I can not say what they say
I can not see what they see, I can not hear what they hear
I can not laugh when they laugh, I can not fear what they fear.
I fear the lord, with me there’s a conviction
I can not do as I choose, I humble myself and I listen.
I’m not in a rush to fail, I choose not to hurt who I love.
I been through enough to know, I get through, because of him above.
I had to let friends go, they are not...
I can not do what they do, I can not say what they say
I can not see what they see, I can not hear what they hear
I can not laugh when they laugh, I can not fear what they fear.
I fear the lord, with me there’s a conviction
I can not do as I choose, I humble myself and I listen.
I’m not in a rush to fail, I choose not to hurt who I love.
I been through enough to know, I get through, because of him above.
I had to let friends go, they are not...
#inspirational
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Published
18th Feb 2025 10:30pm
18th Feb 2025 10:30pm
here we go again
You use ideas as weapons
try and make me a villain
in your story
where I'm not
and never have been
the bad guy
You act like boundaries
is a dirty word
when you just want a life
without consequences
I understand that your
flight or flight response
is to turn me into a bitch
so you can be the martyr
but no one is looking
to burn you at the stake
and turning your trauma on me
won't heal the wounds
within either of us
I won't break myself
so you can kill...
try and make me a villain
in your story
where I'm not
and never have been
the bad guy
You act like boundaries
is a dirty word
when you just want a life
without consequences
I understand that your
flight or flight response
is to turn me into a bitch
so you can be the martyr
but no one is looking
to burn you at the stake
and turning your trauma on me
won't heal the wounds
within either of us
I won't break myself
so you can kill...
#addiction
#despair
#DomesticViolence #drugs
#DomesticViolence #drugs
68 reads
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goldenmyst
Published
18th Feb 2025 9:36pm
18th Feb 2025 9:36pm
Ancient Maiden Dream
Ancient Maiden Dream
Olive grove maiden
Serves an Italian smile
With hot tea lips
On a Mediterranean shore
Where ancient Roman waves
Lap the Sicilian sand
Her Pompeian eyes
Frescoed in colors of love
She reclines on pink boudoir pillows
Where an artist paints her complexion
In soft brushstrokes of Venus splendor
As finches perch on fig tree boughs
Outside her window
Until she harvests grapes
When the sky is painted
In the maiden blush
Of a ripening peach
As tides rush...
Olive grove maiden
Serves an Italian smile
With hot tea lips
On a Mediterranean shore
Where ancient Roman waves
Lap the Sicilian sand
Her Pompeian eyes
Frescoed in colors of love
She reclines on pink boudoir pillows
Where an artist paints her complexion
In soft brushstrokes of Venus splendor
As finches perch on fig tree boughs
Outside her window
Until she harvests grapes
When the sky is painted
In the maiden blush
Of a ripening peach
As tides rush...
#beauty
#historical
#nature
#Romanticism
#sensual
45 reads
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Published
18th Feb 2025 7:49pm
18th Feb 2025 7:49pm
Trip to Barcelona
They were standing nearby a rock;
It was a sunny day.
And she had thought,
It would be a very good day to soak up the sun;
They had arrived there by train.
And he had told her,
That they might see a black pig,
Because they were frequent on that place;
«They are very fierce and territorial.»
He had told her;
So time after time,
She turned her head on both sides,
To see the black pig;
It was very quiet,
And even though,
There was a street nearby them,
No cars passed;
They were smoking cigarettes,
And not...
It was a sunny day.
And she had thought,
It would be a very good day to soak up the sun;
They had arrived there by train.
And he had told her,
That they might see a black pig,
Because they were frequent on that place;
«They are very fierce and territorial.»
He had told her;
So time after time,
She turned her head on both sides,
To see the black pig;
It was very quiet,
And even though,
There was a street nearby them,
No cars passed;
They were smoking cigarettes,
And not...
#travel
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missjem56
Published
18th Feb 2025 7:38pm
18th Feb 2025 7:38pm
The Bookshop Poets
A whispering of my words
Amongst millions of others
Sat upon the bookshop shelves
Humbling, and profound
Sharing our words of poetry
With the ever silent audience
That never recipricated
Remaining as quiet as mice
I never saw the secrets
Contained within their covers
Whilst awaiting their 'dog-ears'
A multitude of printed words
The majority of which
I will likely never read
I wondered
What if all these words
From all the books
Within the confines
Of just this one bookshop
Should escape their...
Amongst millions of others
Sat upon the bookshop shelves
Humbling, and profound
Sharing our words of poetry
With the ever silent audience
That never recipricated
Remaining as quiet as mice
I never saw the secrets
Contained within their covers
Whilst awaiting their 'dog-ears'
A multitude of printed words
The majority of which
I will likely never read
I wondered
What if all these words
From all the books
Within the confines
Of just this one bookshop
Should escape their...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
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Forcubanlinx
Published
18th Feb 2025 7:16pm
18th Feb 2025 7:16pm
Chasing Misprinted Lies
Caught in the place I like to hide,
Every day, it's something new.
This peace of mind I've longed for
Has taken away my innocence and left me cold.
They don't see it my way—alone in this world.
Transfixed in a womb of perpetual agony,
Animated orator, facial happiness—why can’t that be me?
Empty body, charred soul, past the point of living like I once did.
Every path leading to nowhere.
Somehow and somewhere, I'll find the words to articulate my feelings.
Wanderer, emptiness, emotionless being—
Now I find that it could be too late. ...
Every day, it's something new.
This peace of mind I've longed for
Has taken away my innocence and left me cold.
They don't see it my way—alone in this world.
Transfixed in a womb of perpetual agony,
Animated orator, facial happiness—why can’t that be me?
Empty body, charred soul, past the point of living like I once did.
Every path leading to nowhere.
Somehow and somewhere, I'll find the words to articulate my feelings.
Wanderer, emptiness, emotionless being—
Now I find that it could be too late. ...
#emptiness
#frustration
#grief
#loneliness
#sadness
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backdeckbenny
Published
18th Feb 2025 7:00pm
18th Feb 2025 7:00pm
Lost and Found
I opened my eyes but it was still dark.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
I opened my mind and set the monsters free.
I found the light.
I found my voice.
I found myself.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
I opened my mind and set the monsters free.
I found the light.
I found my voice.
I found myself.
#freedom
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Ashriyon
Published
18th Feb 2025 5:37pm
18th Feb 2025 5:37pm
Until our next life together
The vows we spoke, a whispered plea,
Beneath the sun, beneath the tree.
A promise made, a love so true,
To journey life, me and you.
Through sunlit days and stormy nights,
We'll face the world, with all our might.
With gentle hands and loving eyes,
We'll share our joys, and dry our cries.
The years will pass, the seasons turn,
Our love a flame, that brightly burns.
Through laughter shared and tears we've shed,
Our hearts entwined, until we're dead.
Though time may take its weary toll,
Our love's a story,...
Beneath the sun, beneath the tree.
A promise made, a love so true,
To journey life, me and you.
Through sunlit days and stormy nights,
We'll face the world, with all our might.
With gentle hands and loving eyes,
We'll share our joys, and dry our cries.
The years will pass, the seasons turn,
Our love a flame, that brightly burns.
Through laughter shared and tears we've shed,
Our hearts entwined, until we're dead.
Though time may take its weary toll,
Our love's a story,...
#FallingInLove
#honesty
27 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Published
18th Feb 2025 4:03pm
18th Feb 2025 4:03pm
Misdiagnosis
I know I was diagnosed with harm OCD a few years ago, but something tells me I have a bigger problem than intrusive, violent thoughts that aren't genuine.
No, they're real and they're genuine.
I'm writing about a serial killer one day because he could have been me had my parents been a lot more controlling and had things been way worse for me. I'm living proof that anyone could do evil things under the right circumstances.
I could deny all I want to that these two characters in my future book who have murderous impulses are not like me at all. Back when I...
No, they're real and they're genuine.
I'm writing about a serial killer one day because he could have been me had my parents been a lot more controlling and had things been way worse for me. I'm living proof that anyone could do evil things under the right circumstances.
I could deny all I want to that these two characters in my future book who have murderous impulses are not like me at all. Back when I...
#SelfReflection
51 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Published
18th Feb 2025 3:56pm
18th Feb 2025 3:56pm
The Great Escape Chapter 18, Part 2 of 9
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
20 reads
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