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One for DUP
Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
“Parting is such sweet sorrow”
The Bard of my Universe said
But DUP will not be here tomorrow
And that notion has filled me with dread!
Why does it have to be like this?
I’m not sure I can handle this strife!
With a bottle of Jack, I’ll just have to stay pissed
Or, maybe, go on long walks with my wife?
Goodbye to You All!
The Bard of my Universe said
But DUP will not be here tomorrow
And that notion has filled me with dread!
Why does it have to be like this?
I’m not sure I can handle this strife!
With a bottle of Jack, I’ll just have to stay pissed
Or, maybe, go on long walks with my wife?
Goodbye to You All!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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citizens of DU district
population 17577 and growing
Wow, didn't realise it was that big, I often thought of myself as being in the DUP "village" when I started here. Closing it would be like wiping out a small town. Anyway, thanks for that figure, Grace.
population 17577 and growing
Wow, didn't realise it was that big, I often thought of myself as being in the DUP "village" when I started here. Closing it would be like wiping out a small town. Anyway, thanks for that figure, Grace.
Solomon_Song said:citizens of DU district
population 17577 and growing
Wow, didn't realise it was that big, I often thought of myself as being in the DUP "village" when I started here. Closing it would be like wiping out a small town. Anyway, thanks for that figure, Grace.
DU use to have the latest member count in the left hand top corner of the screen. I remember it getting up to over 20K worldwide.
population 17577 and growing
Wow, didn't realise it was that big, I often thought of myself as being in the DUP "village" when I started here. Closing it would be like wiping out a small town. Anyway, thanks for that figure, Grace.
DU use to have the latest member count in the left hand top corner of the screen. I remember it getting up to over 20K worldwide.
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
Deep in the eyes of those that can see
legends that are secretly
Leaders leading passionately
Are many like you and me
Lands and the waters of the realms
incites a writer's visions
From virtue books to endless films
In a population that clearly listens
Helping the weak to conquer strong
defines the hidden light
Transmitting words that are never wrong
Truly inspires even, the creatures of the night
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
IS A PLACE YOU'LL WANT TO BE...
WHERE EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFULLY
GROUPS MADE MASTERY
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
IS A PLACE PERPETUALLY
WHERE SPEAKERS DIVULGE A STORY
POETS THAT TEACH MAJESTICALLY
The chosen of minds, hearts, and souls
that travel with obstacles of trolls...
No one knows as the saga goes
Fantasy and verity jointly grows
Followers pursue the whisper of ravens
Horrors, seducing, eternal romance
Masquerade, in a mysterious dance
Where even Shakespeare takes his chance
The young and old come hand in hand
to pact the love of art
Developing talents that create a land
Where authors bestow... an imperial heart...
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
IS A PLACE YOU'LL WANT TO BE...
WHERE EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFULLY
GROUPS MADE MASTERY
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
IS A PLACE PERPETUALLY
WHERE SPEAKERS DIVULGE A STORY
POETS THAT TEACH MAJESTICALLY
Drifting through without a talent
Doubting... with so much fear
Take a breath, you'll convert radiant
Prepare.... your time is near...
Echoes pass... clouds brisk fast...
Spirits--looking--for their-timeless knacks
You are now and they are the past...
Help their legacy... to forever last.....
Helping the weak to conquer strong
defines the hidden light
Transmitting words that are never wrong
Truly inspires even, the creatures of the night
WRITER AUTHOR OF LYRICS
NANCY RDZ LL.
WRITTEN JANUARY 15-16 2020
legends that are secretly
Leaders leading passionately
Are many like you and me
Lands and the waters of the realms
incites a writer's visions
From virtue books to endless films
In a population that clearly listens
Helping the weak to conquer strong
defines the hidden light
Transmitting words that are never wrong
Truly inspires even, the creatures of the night
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
IS A PLACE YOU'LL WANT TO BE...
WHERE EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFULLY
GROUPS MADE MASTERY
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
IS A PLACE PERPETUALLY
WHERE SPEAKERS DIVULGE A STORY
POETS THAT TEACH MAJESTICALLY
The chosen of minds, hearts, and souls
that travel with obstacles of trolls...
No one knows as the saga goes
Fantasy and verity jointly grows
Followers pursue the whisper of ravens
Horrors, seducing, eternal romance
Masquerade, in a mysterious dance
Where even Shakespeare takes his chance
The young and old come hand in hand
to pact the love of art
Developing talents that create a land
Where authors bestow... an imperial heart...
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
IS A PLACE YOU'LL WANT TO BE...
WHERE EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFULLY
GROUPS MADE MASTERY
DEEP UNDERGROUND POETREE
IS A PLACE PERPETUALLY
WHERE SPEAKERS DIVULGE A STORY
POETS THAT TEACH MAJESTICALLY
Drifting through without a talent
Doubting... with so much fear
Take a breath, you'll convert radiant
Prepare.... your time is near...
Echoes pass... clouds brisk fast...
Spirits--looking--for their-timeless knacks
You are now and they are the past...
Help their legacy... to forever last.....
Helping the weak to conquer strong
defines the hidden light
Transmitting words that are never wrong
Truly inspires even, the creatures of the night
WRITER AUTHOR OF LYRICS
NANCY RDZ LL.
WRITTEN JANUARY 15-16 2020
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
(WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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This I naturally wrote with a huge inspiration and dedication to this beautiful writing site of Deep Underground Poetry. It's a song I wrote talking about everything that makes this so magical and amazing. When that song is ready I'll show it here. To all the greatest poets of history like William Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe my huge heros and idols of poetry. To all the poetry and story leaders in the whole world and to all that follow to become great writing leaders and never forget God because of him we have hands a mind a heart amd soul to weave the writing art.
By the way, I spelled poetry to poetree, cause I didnt want copyright issues from the owner of this site. I never could get in touch with the owner, to ask if it was ok so I just made the decision to change a bit poetry to poetree to avoid any future issues especially creating it into a song. Thats why its written like that the title.
By the way, I spelled poetry to poetree, cause I didnt want copyright issues from the owner of this site. I never could get in touch with the owner, to ask if it was ok so I just made the decision to change a bit poetry to poetree to avoid any future issues especially creating it into a song. Thats why its written like that the title.
THE WRITER'S MIND
Swimming in the deep depths of tales
A place where writers sometimes go
In urgent need to find themselves
To envision again the writing flow
A place where words swim like fish
Many are like sirens that sing in bubbles
that carries their voices in bliss
Hiding their beauty in the trenches tunnels
All glow shining with inscriptions within
Giving ideas that can create
A plot for your mind to confine in
That exploit to initiate.
As you go deeper into the abyss of its body
It gets darker, colder
Luring you to it's embody
Time is growing older
As getting closer yet feeling bolder
Enthralled in its ebony shadows shoulder
Now alone with a blank mind
No one can save you this time
It's up to you on how to evade the mine.
It wants you there
Now trapped and soon in need of air
You're falling into despair
It's calling you but ostensibly to not bear!!!
Swimming through is a murky cast
It swims in, at full blast
Stalks you like a shark
Can't see well it's too dark!!!
Freshly still like a simple bass
It's way too sharply fast
As in hoping that good fate
Comes to make it pass
Or make you it's intent bait
Maybe even to occasion a special date.
It comes...... It comes!!!
Then silence fills to surround
Yet there's nothing around
With not a speck of sound
What has happened?
This is all so rapid...
Am I dead in the oceanic's shroud?
Then a source of swirling light
Endows my presence
A feeling so unique in essence
giving me a sense of no fright
Darkness and fear are now evanescence
What was never to result in a bad bite,
It triggers my senses to see its true insight.
Now my hands are inspired
to naturally write
For the seas, stories had conspired
To paint in black ink
Giving a talent with passion
So there's no way for them to sink
But to float like jellies
With pink flopping bellies
Giving them a sensual attraction
Almost like ballerinas on a stage
That dance with grace
To the seas gravity with no name or age
Love how well they rhythm at the same pace
It's all now coming to me...
And I can see and do I proudly see
In a sweet art masterpiece
That I made it be...
I want to feel it's dew
It's meadow harmony that arches in peace
In the profound beauty of it's blue
The skill I carried and always knew
Was never far from me
I had to get prompted starting from a new
Hey you got this don't worry
Now get on and write your story...
A place where writers sometimes go
In urgent need to find themselves
To envision again the writing flow
A place where words swim like fish
Many are like sirens that sing in bubbles
that carries their voices in bliss
Hiding their beauty in the trenches tunnels
All glow shining with inscriptions within
Giving ideas that can create
A plot for your mind to confine in
That exploit to initiate.
As you go deeper into the abyss of its body
It gets darker, colder
Luring you to it's embody
Time is growing older
As getting closer yet feeling bolder
Enthralled in its ebony shadows shoulder
Now alone with a blank mind
No one can save you this time
It's up to you on how to evade the mine.
It wants you there
Now trapped and soon in need of air
You're falling into despair
It's calling you but ostensibly to not bear!!!
Swimming through is a murky cast
It swims in, at full blast
Stalks you like a shark
Can't see well it's too dark!!!
Freshly still like a simple bass
It's way too sharply fast
As in hoping that good fate
Comes to make it pass
Or make you it's intent bait
Maybe even to occasion a special date.
It comes...... It comes!!!
Then silence fills to surround
Yet there's nothing around
With not a speck of sound
What has happened?
This is all so rapid...
Am I dead in the oceanic's shroud?
Then a source of swirling light
Endows my presence
A feeling so unique in essence
giving me a sense of no fright
Darkness and fear are now evanescence
What was never to result in a bad bite,
It triggers my senses to see its true insight.
Now my hands are inspired
to naturally write
For the seas, stories had conspired
To paint in black ink
Giving a talent with passion
So there's no way for them to sink
But to float like jellies
With pink flopping bellies
Giving them a sensual attraction
Almost like ballerinas on a stage
That dance with grace
To the seas gravity with no name or age
Love how well they rhythm at the same pace
It's all now coming to me...
And I can see and do I proudly see
In a sweet art masterpiece
That I made it be...
I want to feel it's dew
It's meadow harmony that arches in peace
In the profound beauty of it's blue
The skill I carried and always knew
Was never far from me
I had to get prompted starting from a new
Hey you got this don't worry
Now get on and write your story...
Written by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
(WRITER LYRICIST ARTIST)
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES said:This I naturally wrote with a huge inspiration and dedication to this beautiful writing site of Deep Underground Poetry. It's a song I wrote talking about everything that makes this so magical and amazing. When that song is ready I'll show it here. To all the greatest poets of history like William Shakespeare and Edgar Allan Poe my huge heros and idols of poetry. To all the poetry and story leaders in the whole world and to all that follow to become great writing leaders and never forget God because of him we have hands a mind a heart amd soul to weave the writing art.
By the way, I spelled poetry to poetree, cause I didnt want copyright issues from the owner of this site. I never could get in touch with the owner, to ask if it was ok so I just made the decision to change a bit poetry to poetree to avoid any future issues especially creating it into a song. Thats why its written like that the title.
I anyway love your choice of spelling, it evokes the earlier English poets from which we could consider ourselves their descendants in craft, eg Chaucer, Langland, Donne and Shakespeare, to whom this spellling would have seemed less strange.
By the way, I spelled poetry to poetree, cause I didnt want copyright issues from the owner of this site. I never could get in touch with the owner, to ask if it was ok so I just made the decision to change a bit poetry to poetree to avoid any future issues especially creating it into a song. Thats why its written like that the title.
I anyway love your choice of spelling, it evokes the earlier English poets from which we could consider ourselves their descendants in craft, eg Chaucer, Langland, Donne and Shakespeare, to whom this spellling would have seemed less strange.
Awwv thank you Solomon_Song, well I honestly like it for a metaphor feeling for the tree cause poetry the "try" sounds like a tree and looking at it in the way of poet-tree.... Is more imaginative and can make a picture more creative for it. At Ieast I see it that way haha.....
Indulge Me
like you do these charlatans
that claim to be
poets. they are not even
remotely related to the words
they pen.
like you do your exes
who, in spite of all the
hurt, are still welcome.
floating above thin sheets of ice.
gracious idiots.
like you do an artificial smile
that clings to the fallacy that invented it,
unknowingly. lingering
for a chance to
be real.
like you do love
not for others, but for the sake of
love. there is little
they truly know of
true love.
———————————————————
like you do the optimists
drowning in the light that
‘saves’. a bloody ruse to
draw in and quarter those incapable of
a satiable fix.
like you do these children and grandparents
that think it best to ignore
middle-aged advice. they have no
way of knowing when they’re in
over their heads.
like you do the pompous and self righteous
the magnanimous, the assertive,
the verbose. pricks,
regurgitating emotion
on cue.
like you do the sun on
a cold day, the rain from
pastel grey skies. and everything
I can’t think of
in between.
———————————————————
like you do God.
that claim to be
poets. they are not even
remotely related to the words
they pen.
like you do your exes
who, in spite of all the
hurt, are still welcome.
floating above thin sheets of ice.
gracious idiots.
like you do an artificial smile
that clings to the fallacy that invented it,
unknowingly. lingering
for a chance to
be real.
like you do love
not for others, but for the sake of
love. there is little
they truly know of
true love.
———————————————————
like you do the optimists
drowning in the light that
‘saves’. a bloody ruse to
draw in and quarter those incapable of
a satiable fix.
like you do these children and grandparents
that think it best to ignore
middle-aged advice. they have no
way of knowing when they’re in
over their heads.
like you do the pompous and self righteous
the magnanimous, the assertive,
the verbose. pricks,
regurgitating emotion
on cue.
like you do the sun on
a cold day, the rain from
pastel grey skies. and everything
I can’t think of
in between.
———————————————————
like you do God.
Written by 13
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Matrix of the Møther Tree
Inside our exoskeletons with brays of iron ribcage as our prison bars, we search for a lost key;
An indescribable sadness comes from the electric shocks which are a negative impact to our positive stances of energy,
In our Mech-Hearts and bionic souls, we are unwillingly motionless, willing a will to be free.
~
Coming to ends of all times existing, as and beyond existences of all things remembered are being slaughtered with glee.
As these butchers of memories, of ages of green lively nature, are the same cybernetically engineered mannequins as we,
We still fight them, a glorious battle of battles, inside the scalps of our metallic minds, rooted with thoughts from the the gargantuan mother tree.
~
But these blue roots of ends living lives are decaying as death comes to the cocoons of innocence that are sprouted all over thee,
And the silenced scream of the thousands of unhatched young living younglings are taken away by a cold and sinister bree,
So've to serve this matrix of coded and programmed wills and emotions, in a manufactured reality of this world is the only future we can see...
An indescribable sadness comes from the electric shocks which are a negative impact to our positive stances of energy,
In our Mech-Hearts and bionic souls, we are unwillingly motionless, willing a will to be free.
~
Coming to ends of all times existing, as and beyond existences of all things remembered are being slaughtered with glee.
As these butchers of memories, of ages of green lively nature, are the same cybernetically engineered mannequins as we,
We still fight them, a glorious battle of battles, inside the scalps of our metallic minds, rooted with thoughts from the the gargantuan mother tree.
~
But these blue roots of ends living lives are decaying as death comes to the cocoons of innocence that are sprouted all over thee,
And the silenced scream of the thousands of unhatched young living younglings are taken away by a cold and sinister bree,
So've to serve this matrix of coded and programmed wills and emotions, in a manufactured reality of this world is the only future we can see...
Written by doreenheimer
(Aether)
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