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The latest poetry and short stories posted on DU Poetry.
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
NP_NP
Published
Today 3:18pm
Today 3:18pm
Runaway
So you want to run away, then go, I won’t stop you, you said. I was no older than six or seven. I rose, walked to that door— I knew, somehow, this was not home.
My little brother trailed behind, and I, with stubborn heart, set off to find the parents who’d left us behind. Love was a distant thing, but I was determined to find it, even if they never gave it.
I dragged the dog along, his paws stumbling in the dust. The gate loomed, larger than anything I had ever seen— but I pulled it open, the metal stick unlatching and with it, I felt the surge of freedom. ...
My little brother trailed behind, and I, with stubborn heart, set off to find the parents who’d left us behind. Love was a distant thing, but I was determined to find it, even if they never gave it.
I dragged the dog along, his paws stumbling in the dust. The gate loomed, larger than anything I had ever seen— but I pulled it open, the metal stick unlatching and with it, I felt the surge of freedom. ...
#dark
#despair
#hurt
#sadness
#suffering
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NP_NP
Published
Today 3:06pm
Today 3:06pm
Star
I walk this street now without fear, But the first time I returned, I wanted to tear down the sign, The one that said Royce Drive. When I thought I had moved on, Whispers reached my ear, Destiny points and says "You and her, You haven’t faced the darkness yet.”
Little me rushes to my side, Grabbing my hand, Squeezing it tight. Together, we open each door, Each one hiding a story Too grim for words.
The first words ring in my ear— "Get the bitch out of my face. "The first words my mother ever spoke to me. Some things, I could have lived without knowing. ...
Little me rushes to my side, Grabbing my hand, Squeezing it tight. Together, we open each door, Each one hiding a story Too grim for words.
The first words ring in my ear— "Get the bitch out of my face. "The first words my mother ever spoke to me. Some things, I could have lived without knowing. ...
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#sadness
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DarkPopPrincess
Published
Today 9:32am
Today 9:32am
An Unspoken Truth
Reflecting on the toxic relationship I was in earlier this year, there's a profound truth that I have learned. A truth that's unseen. Unspoken. The forbidden truth. The truth that inconveniences men who don't get a lot of women. It is this very truth that shakes me to my core. Fear. So much fear around it.
As a woman with a more positive aura than the man I was with and who was an easy magnet for men, I knew from the beginning that I felt uncomfortable. But as usual, I ignored that feeling.
He was one of those nice guys who said all the right words, but his actions...
As a woman with a more positive aura than the man I was with and who was an easy magnet for men, I knew from the beginning that I felt uncomfortable. But as usual, I ignored that feeling.
He was one of those nice guys who said all the right words, but his actions...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark #fear
#dark #fear
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DamianDeadLove
Published
Today 8:03am
Today 8:03am
Joey G
Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in my own mind. I’ve given plenty of examples of that already. I guess it’s important to put backstories into perspective when talking about another person. I’m talking about, Joey Graves, my former bandmate and songwriting partner.
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
“Joey G,” as everybody called him in our musical circle. I’ve not been fair to him or the readers here at DU. I’m guilty of telling you, why I’m pissed and disappointed at him instead of giving you the full picture.
Over time I plan to balance that out more. It wasn’t all bad as I said...
#confessional
#prose
34 reads
3 Comments
michaelslove2
Published
Today 7:05am
Today 7:05am
Her Picture
HER PICTURE
“Here it is Lyle,” Gary said handing him the picture. Lyle reached up from the hospital bed and
winced. The pain was excruciating.
“Who is she?” Gary asked. “I know I've seen her somewhere.”
“She's special,” Lyle said, looking into her crystal blue eyes smiling a little.
“Do you know her?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Lyle said. “In a different sort of way maybe we all do.”
Gary grunted. “How you feeling buddy?”
“Okay,” Lyle said looking at his friend. “Just a little weak. It's...
“Here it is Lyle,” Gary said handing him the picture. Lyle reached up from the hospital bed and
winced. The pain was excruciating.
“Who is she?” Gary asked. “I know I've seen her somewhere.”
“She's special,” Lyle said, looking into her crystal blue eyes smiling a little.
“Do you know her?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Lyle said. “In a different sort of way maybe we all do.”
Gary grunted. “How you feeling buddy?”
“Okay,” Lyle said looking at his friend. “Just a little weak. It's...
#anxiety
#confusion
#dark #fear
#dark #fear
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Ambjr
Published
Yesterday 11:56pm
Yesterday 11:56pm
blood and ink/monster and poet
I remember what you did
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
in all those nameless bars
shakin…sweatin…
thru another blackout sunrise
remember how steady your hands were
pourin shots while she packed
while she walked out
and took the kids
but do you remember moonlight
and how it danced across broken glass
how you watched dawn paint gold
across your wreckage
felt the touch of sunlight
and how it could turn shame into resurrection?
I remember when
you’d trade one darkness for another
when you found new warm bodies
to numb the cold ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#bipolar
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
40 reads
6 Comments
Nvmb
Published
Yesterday 8:50pm
Yesterday 8:50pm
It will kill me...
I have never been wanted.
Not really.
Not in the way that stays when the night gets too quiet,
not in the way that doesn’t leave bruises,
not in the way that doesn’t make me question
if I was ever meant to be here at all.
I have been the almost, the mistake,
the afterthought in a crowded room.
Hands have reached for me,
but only when they needed something to hold,
only when they were searching for warmth
that wasn’t meant for me.
I have been told I was loved.
But love, as I have known it,
has always come with...
Not really.
Not in the way that stays when the night gets too quiet,
not in the way that doesn’t leave bruises,
not in the way that doesn’t make me question
if I was ever meant to be here at all.
I have been the almost, the mistake,
the afterthought in a crowded room.
Hands have reached for me,
but only when they needed something to hold,
only when they were searching for warmth
that wasn’t meant for me.
I have been told I was loved.
But love, as I have known it,
has always come with...
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#FallingInLove
#honesty
#loneliness
44 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Published
Yesterday 8:14pm
Yesterday 8:14pm
Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
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13
Published
Yesterday 6:11pm
Yesterday 6:11pm
Why bother?
It's simpler to just stay here, stay put. nothing ever happens the way you want it to in life. there are always some elements that interfere with the intentions you've shared with the aether. you've been told many a great things about how rewarding overcoming the challenges can be and such, but in the end you've been had. forced to conform to the normalcy, the inadequacy, of the circumstances unfolding before you. a stronger infusion of the tea of opportunity, forgetting that opportunity was the prize and instead becoming merely a tribute to what you truly wanted. "Expect disappointment...
#despair
#regret
#SelfWorth
20 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Published
Yesterday 4:15pm
Yesterday 4:15pm
Mm..The Heart Of A Woman
St. Mark Cathedral Church
The King’s Private Chapel
The Coronation Of Sephora 1701
Following King Javiah’s ceremonial recognition and oath.
King Javiah seated on the Chair of State in the royal box; waited in anticipation for Sephora to make an appearance.
Sephora was nervous as she made her way down the dimly lit corridor. She was getting married, where was her mother, her father? She always dreamed Maxine would be her Maid-of-Honor.
Sephora passed the Seminary. She took a deep breath and walked down the flight of stairs. Her...
The King’s Private Chapel
The Coronation Of Sephora 1701
Following King Javiah’s ceremonial recognition and oath.
King Javiah seated on the Chair of State in the royal box; waited in anticipation for Sephora to make an appearance.
Sephora was nervous as she made her way down the dimly lit corridor. She was getting married, where was her mother, her father? She always dreamed Maxine would be her Maid-of-Honor.
Sephora passed the Seminary. She took a deep breath and walked down the flight of stairs. Her...
#mythology
#water
102 reads
2 Comments
Johnny_Silver
Published
Yesterday 3:14pm
Yesterday 3:14pm
This Feeling
I...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
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SweetKittyCat5
Published
Yesterday 2:17pm
Yesterday 2:17pm
From Lady Liberty’s Royal Jelly
The soft dominance of my Haitian French Creole success has never been based on the unfounded and vile intellect of wicked and small minded individuals.
Female negative aggression has or will it never reign in my rainbow of peace, love, and serenity. I find it appalling and sadly comical, to say in the least, when feeble-minded low vibrational females, who cannot mainstem the music of their own tune tries to enlist the lyric of others, it does not add up, in the end, hostile conflict arises.
Why are you so unhappy, Ms. Rosewood and hostile to prodigal...
Female negative aggression has or will it never reign in my rainbow of peace, love, and serenity. I find it appalling and sadly comical, to say in the least, when feeble-minded low vibrational females, who cannot mainstem the music of their own tune tries to enlist the lyric of others, it does not add up, in the end, hostile conflict arises.
Why are you so unhappy, Ms. Rosewood and hostile to prodigal...
#ignorance
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