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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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Published
Today 5:59am
Today 5:59am
A heart without love
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ Do you know what a heart without love 🤔 looks like and feels like to the deepness of the truth of the heart. 💝 For sure they say that no one is sent to you by chance or accident, 🤔 😲 SOMETIMES we have to learn to walk away, from somethings, that don't feel right, as the red flags start waving in the back ground. 😲 For sure we have to learn to understand, that it's hard enough to find that someone who is willing and able to share a life together as one love...
#happiness
#hope
#kindness
#love
#respect
18 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Published
Yesterday 10:18pm
Yesterday 10:18pm
Astral Arcadia
Smoke and mirrors unbalance the truth of a detrimental soul
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the Rose
What fables can blind mankind speak
When questioning the presence of his or her purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of a divine speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when a faulty heart is leaking and not at peace
Wicked eyes cannot exalt beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil Lucifer for the lost wandering sheep ...
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the Rose
What fables can blind mankind speak
When questioning the presence of his or her purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of a divine speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when a faulty heart is leaking and not at peace
Wicked eyes cannot exalt beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil Lucifer for the lost wandering sheep ...
#moon
#mythology
#spiritual
#sun
#water
66 reads
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Published
Yesterday 9:00pm
Yesterday 9:00pm
Prelude to Jello
His voice drifted across the room
like smoke rings dancing on a gentle breeze
I sat, entranced, not just listening
but hearing, really hearing
every word that caressed and tumbled
from his lips
He spoke of trees and broken hearts
he whispered answers
to questions I’d never thought to ask
and still mesmerized by the resolve in his tone
I couldn’t keep my eyes off the beautiful shapes
his mouth made …”
in my mind’s heart and vision, I spied her
in the corner alone and in dream concentrate
while I spoke my...
like smoke rings dancing on a gentle breeze
I sat, entranced, not just listening
but hearing, really hearing
every word that caressed and tumbled
from his lips
He spoke of trees and broken hearts
he whispered answers
to questions I’d never thought to ask
and still mesmerized by the resolve in his tone
I couldn’t keep my eyes off the beautiful shapes
his mouth made …”
in my mind’s heart and vision, I spied her
in the corner alone and in dream concentrate
while I spoke my...
#support
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Published
Yesterday 5:51pm
Yesterday 5:51pm
Turn The Page: Chapter Four: Withdrawals and Flashbacks
Terry wasn't sleeping. Beads of sweat coated her bare body beneath the dampened sheets. And tremors throughout her body twitching her arms and legs at their joints.
Terry was mostly awake when an eyelid creaked open and a blurred crucifix on the wall came into focus. Then the extraordinary happened, an hallucination, the cross was on fire. The flames licking and blackening the yellow wallpaper around it.
Terry squeezed her eyes shut as she remembered past hallucinations when she was withdrawing. Never like the euphoric psychedelic mushrooms she had taken in the past where...
Terry was mostly awake when an eyelid creaked open and a blurred crucifix on the wall came into focus. Then the extraordinary happened, an hallucination, the cross was on fire. The flames licking and blackening the yellow wallpaper around it.
Terry squeezed her eyes shut as she remembered past hallucinations when she was withdrawing. Never like the euphoric psychedelic mushrooms she had taken in the past where...
#Christian
#God
#hope
#LifeChangingMoment
#religion
29 reads
1 Comment
Cipher_O
Published
Yesterday 4:18pm
Yesterday 4:18pm
A Suicide of Crows (CH19)
Chapter Nineteen
Germany, School of the Skull, Open Mic Poetry Night
I
A ruckus crowd, rivaling that of any
fight crowd, hyped from LadyMayDay’s
performance, cheered on her very brave
offspring.
BabyPoet.
A spunky dervish of a youth, Baby
learned to write very early and it
was off and running from there.
Lady kept all of Baby’s writings
safely in a safe.
II
She always got nervous at these
things, even after baptism by
fire and becoming a regular ...
Germany, School of the Skull, Open Mic Poetry Night
I
A ruckus crowd, rivaling that of any
fight crowd, hyped from LadyMayDay’s
performance, cheered on her very brave
offspring.
BabyPoet.
A spunky dervish of a youth, Baby
learned to write very early and it
was off and running from there.
Lady kept all of Baby’s writings
safely in a safe.
II
She always got nervous at these
things, even after baptism by
fire and becoming a regular ...
#shadows
8 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Published
Yesterday 4:12pm
Yesterday 4:12pm
Spiritually Commissioned
Inhale and exhale and close your eyes
Let me softly memorize your mind with lullabies whispered from the skies
Shh... just flow upon the crest of my words
I will always carry you like a breeze to understand my dialect of the Dove when soaring like a Hummingbird
To the Divine Guardians, the Mothers of nature, catered by the Psalms stigmata to witness, the prophecy of rebirth shall, and will be done
Into the salvation of my bone marrow, the hieroglyphics of my temple I pulsate as one ...
Let me softly memorize your mind with lullabies whispered from the skies
Shh... just flow upon the crest of my words
I will always carry you like a breeze to understand my dialect of the Dove when soaring like a Hummingbird
To the Divine Guardians, the Mothers of nature, catered by the Psalms stigmata to witness, the prophecy of rebirth shall, and will be done
Into the salvation of my bone marrow, the hieroglyphics of my temple I pulsate as one ...
#humankind
#moon
#spiritual
#sun
#water
72 reads
Cipher_O
Published
Yesterday 1:48pm
Yesterday 1:48pm
NetherWoodPoetry: The Black Paper (Part Five)
Rolling stones shed skin that decomposes -
Reincarnating into a pathway of magical roses.]
I
I recall when I thought I could potentially make the Olympic team in boxing, or, a state championship in wrestling, as crazy as that sounds…
I don’t know, maybe not so crazy, someone has to…
Win. (There is no winning or losing…)
I grew up watching boxing and that made me want to try.
I remember my first fight…
I was short and pudgy so the guy was way taller.
I rushed him and just started throwing non stop...
Reincarnating into a pathway of magical roses.]
I
I recall when I thought I could potentially make the Olympic team in boxing, or, a state championship in wrestling, as crazy as that sounds…
I don’t know, maybe not so crazy, someone has to…
Win. (There is no winning or losing…)
I grew up watching boxing and that made me want to try.
I remember my first fight…
I was short and pudgy so the guy was way taller.
I rushed him and just started throwing non stop...
#shadows
11 reads
0 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Published
Yesterday 1:33pm
Yesterday 1:33pm
Chapter 2 Conversation in the Park
Jacob walked slowly through the park, the trees whispering secrets in the gentle breeze as he pondered his next move. His mind was a whirlwind, torn between the excitement of the unexpected invitation and the responsibility he felt towards Rachel and her son. He knew he had to tread carefully; the stakes were too high for impulsive decisions.
He found an empty bench and sat down, his gaze lost in the dance of sunlight filtering through the leaves. He pulled out the napkin once more, tracing the numbers with his finger, as if they might reveal the true intention behind Rachel's...
He found an empty bench and sat down, his gaze lost in the dance of sunlight filtering through the leaves. He pulled out the napkin once more, tracing the numbers with his finger, as if they might reveal the true intention behind Rachel's...
#betrayal
#lust
53 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Published
Yesterday 1:16pm
Yesterday 1:16pm
Turn The Page: Chapter Three: Living On A Prayer
Terry found herself standing outside a local church. She was both tempted and hesistant to approach its cathedral-like, bronze doors.
What was inviting was the message written in marker on a bulletin board on the front yard: "YOU CAN SAVE YOURSELF."
Terry sighed and approached the front stone steps with the intention of resting herself. In her blue jean mini skirt and high boots, she crossed her bruised legs and lit a cigarette clip. "Heaven can wait for a sinner," Terry broke into tears.
"Young miss?" A soft voice spoke from behind...
What was inviting was the message written in marker on a bulletin board on the front yard: "YOU CAN SAVE YOURSELF."
Terry sighed and approached the front stone steps with the intention of resting herself. In her blue jean mini skirt and high boots, she crossed her bruised legs and lit a cigarette clip. "Heaven can wait for a sinner," Terry broke into tears.
"Young miss?" A soft voice spoke from behind...
#Christian
#God
#hope
#LifeChangingMoment
#religion
28 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Published
4th May 2025 9:27pm
4th May 2025 9:27pm
Always Stay Happy In A Divine State Of Mind
Devoid of festering and lamented bitter sorrows
Doves soaring in search higher grounds burying turmoil of past tomorrows
The covenant of rainbow between God and man
None holier unto humanity from where we stand
He who seeks shall find peace, within their reach
For the masqueraded, acrimony, rancor, discontent shall never lash the meek
Time is not assured by the human’s mind
Life is the blink of an eye in God’s time
Turn away and...
Doves soaring in search higher grounds burying turmoil of past tomorrows
The covenant of rainbow between God and man
None holier unto humanity from where we stand
He who seeks shall find peace, within their reach
For the masqueraded, acrimony, rancor, discontent shall never lash the meek
Time is not assured by the human’s mind
Life is the blink of an eye in God’s time
Turn away and...
#heaven
#sun
#water
#peace
#moon
102 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Published
4th May 2025 4:37pm
4th May 2025 4:37pm
Tattered (Purple Reign)
To The Seven Churches I bow to the wind
Allow my spiritual incantations to the ears to always bend
I came to earth to consume the sins
After the Ten Commandments has been given, my story begins
Yet, not nailed on a cross
Each piece of my skin tattered for society’s loveless lose
My flesh as an Angel one can adore
For every sinful occurrence, I must aid as earth’s guarantor
My beloved beings, a soft piece of my skin rips for
Your agony Your pain
More...
Allow my spiritual incantations to the ears to always bend
I came to earth to consume the sins
After the Ten Commandments has been given, my story begins
Yet, not nailed on a cross
Each piece of my skin tattered for society’s loveless lose
My flesh as an Angel one can adore
For every sinful occurrence, I must aid as earth’s guarantor
My beloved beings, a soft piece of my skin rips for
Your agony Your pain
More...
#angels
#heaven
#love
#rebirth
#water
121 reads
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Published
4th May 2025 4:04pm
4th May 2025 4:04pm
Turn The Page: Chapter Two: Heaven Can Wait
The page has turned as it was in flames while Terry allowed such a chapter in her life to be consumed by her cleansing flames of self determination.
After abandoning the traffic median, her "island," she never once glanced back towards the hell of her former life. "Heaven Can Wait," Terry said aloud as she spotted a used syringe littered on the sidewalk along Union st.
"The poor girl," Terry whispered as she remembered Myra, another girl that begged on the same island but was less street's smarts - Myra would hop into any car with a man for a...
After abandoning the traffic median, her "island," she never once glanced back towards the hell of her former life. "Heaven Can Wait," Terry said aloud as she spotted a used syringe littered on the sidewalk along Union st.
"The poor girl," Terry whispered as she remembered Myra, another girl that begged on the same island but was less street's smarts - Myra would hop into any car with a man for a...
#hope
#LifeChangingMoment
36 reads
2 Comments
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