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Fire of Insight
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Poetry Contest

Nominate an Amazing Poem to Represent DU across social media!
It's time for our "Poem of the Month" to be featured in the DUP 'Poem of the Month Hall of Fame' and on the official Facebook page.
You have THREE weeks to nominate no more than THREE of your favorite poems from another DUP poet!

Please note the following when making nominations:

NOTE: The Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:
Because the vote for this com is anonymous, and spoken word pieces cannot be anonymous due to avatars and voices, we would prefer you nominate those pieces in the appropriate comp above so that voting remains fair.

NOTE: New Member ( six ( 6 ) months of less ) of the Month comp is here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11385/#479949

1. Self nominations are not accepted. The great majority of the competitions here are about spotlighting one's own work on a particular topic or theme.  This is a chance to nominate that poem that you wish you had written but some other great talent here beat you to it.

2. You may nominate only THREE poems from THREE different DU members.

3. No DUPLICATES. If someone nominates the same poem the entry will be deleted. If you like it that much wait and vote for it!

4. Any genre except erotica or pornography. This is a Facebook feature and we must adhere to their guidelines.  

5. Any member who is banned or disables their account PRIOR to the win will be automatically disqualified.

6. One win per member within a Calendar Year.

7. You must personally notify the member that they have been nominated.

Nomination Duration is three weeks followed by a week of site voting!

Current Poem of the Month Hall of Famers:


January 2020-  NEW BEGINNINGS
February 2020 - EDIBLE WORDS
MAY 2020 -


February, 2019 - SOPHIE_ERICSON
March, 2019 - AUDIOHARLEEA
April, 2019 - FROM THE ASH
May, 2019 - MISS_SUB
June, 2019 - NAAJIR
July, 2019 - LAYLA
August, 2019 - AHAVATI
September, 2019 - MISS_SUB
October, 2019 - HOWLING_WHELMS
November, 2019 - JOHNNY BLAZE
December 2019- RACHEL_LAUREN


January, 2018 - LADY_OF_THE_QUILL
February, 2018  - LEPPEROCHAN Craic in a Box
March, 2018 - TINABUBUYA (Tee Mali)
April, 2018 - CROWFLY
May, 2018  - ATOMIKBOMB
June, 2018  - MISS_SUB (Missy)
July, 2018  - MEADOWSWEET
August, 2018  - LAYLA
September, 2018 - COLD FUSION
October, 2018  - TODSKI28
November, 2018 - TheMUSE22
December, 2018  - BENDER


January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
June, 2017 - AEMelia564
July, 2017 - THE_SILLY_SIBYL (Jack Thomas Heslop)
August, 2017 - QUIETUSQUILL
September, 2017 - _SHADOE_
October, 2017 - POETSREVENGE
November, 2017 - NAAJIR
December, 2017 - POETSPEAK


November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI

Tyrant of Words
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A name that still exists


I could have stuck a pin in it
popped it like a balloon on a string
holding on to everything within
but it seemed more appropriate to just let it go

To float away, slowly deflate
and maybe be found again someday
after the songs on the record player have changed
and ghosts no longer dance the night away

Maybe your brain slows down when you age
maybe it gives you time to think
to finally catch up with thoughts
that kept running away

I could wipe the mirror clean and dress up my face
but I'm still the same
strolling through the cemetery
looking for a name that still exists

Written by _Ani_
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Dangerous Mind
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Dangerous Mind
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Fire of Insight
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Wonderful choices guys, good luck to each of the poets/poems nominated.
You can vote for 3 different poems so keep them coming.

Tyrant of Words
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Went to sleep considering how many days it would take to arm every unarmed lady in my life. Keep from harm. Cold life. Oldest nights. Still speak to me from ancient days. DNA layered faces. Running down their current plays. Coming down from riding the waves. Survival, hunting, blood haze. Close my eyes and open my heart wide to meditate. Drift away. Shift and live somewhere else for days. Wake up sweating, breath unphased. Another day. Hands form, Janus Coin, ready to join those faces of me already in the grave. Burn away, but turning the page? Sojourn remains, so yearns the warrior within the sage. Live another age. Trade some wage, to stay the path. Protect the pack from harm. Get on track. World on fire. Loki's higher than that. Noah's wired for combat and steam. No alarm, stay pat. Go arm your Queens.
Militarized thug play / Sparks bug spray / Fucking up your dissent centipede / Fucking tribalism is a conscious entity / Who wants to be this generationís Reginald Denny? / Nothing original to a belligerence stampede / Thatís neither justice / Nor effective technical use of your piece / Fucking please / Maurauding children filling the over spill / Buzzed off that edge / Keep bringing us closer to Judge Dredd time / Ahead of the design / Fuck your tinfoil hat; thereís no mastermind / Disaster just finds / The same patterns time after time
Written by LokiOfLiterati
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Fire of Insight
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in silver cups on silver trays

in silver cups on silver trays
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Tyrant of Words
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The Ď60s postmark rots away
and Iím left in the latter day
so many years distant from you.

The pain of love was one I didnít feel
before I turned thirty,
and happened to be walking home
from office work one day.

I wrote sports and you drove cars
outside the townís hotspot.
Deemed too ugly for anyoneís girl
to be swept off her feet -
missing teeth, a bulbous brow,
and gaze forever glum -
the studs all felt secure,
pulling up beside
the valet in his cheap red coat.

But even if you were handsome
you couldnít have returned a girlís
least amorous advance.

I saw that, watching you.
Sometimes we know each otherís pain
without need of the thinking brain,
and also Iíd seen you before
lingering outside the door
of a hidden bar.


We shared cigarettes and spoke
the secret language of the freak.
I gave you hotel money and said
to look out from the bar.

Soon enough I heard the knock, like lead
tipping a cowboyís boot and kicked
against a car.

As quickly as men flee
youíd pushed your way in me
and so I thought Iíd been murdered
until that rush of feeling came
and swept me like rich manís cocaine
towards a bright-lit paradise.

I like to think I taught you, after that,
how urges can be met
with compassion. How men can treat
each other with kindness, and heat
a potent love outside the vaunted norm.

I told you you were beautiful
and that your dreams
were worthy of respect. You cried,
and then laughed when I didnít laugh
at you, ďfor crying like a girl.Ē


Itís now gone fifty years and that old lie, that hate fell down to hell from heaven
back in nineteen sixty-seven,
still leaves me bitter as the lemons
growing on my tree.

What of nineteen sixty-five
when I last saw you, just alive,
attended by two parents who
had seen this day ten years away,
and got my autograph when I
reported that Iíd seen you at
the various home games, and that
Iíd mention you in my next article...


The 60s postmark rots away
but I can still read whatís inside,
simple and crude and capitalised,
each letter written as
if with flashing red lightbulbs.

Not since nineteen sixty-five
have I seen you or me alive,
nor has there been a perfect day
since I last shared a cigarette
with my ugly, and beautiful valet.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Essex Boy)
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Fire of Insight
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this hatred
born of
and envy
in a culture
of greed
the neck
as knee
or rope
or chain
or dope
or simple

and decorated
the limbs
of trees
with strong
and took
the best
you had
and called
it ours
and kept
it free

and then
your rage
and god knows
had you
not been
you could
have owned

and may yet
Written by javalini
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Fire of Insight
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Advanced Psychology.

Silence can represent much
between us: the failure of  
a synapse to make its proper
connections, from one trans-
mission to its next destination,
an obstruction, or a delayed
response, due to outer causes
that have roots, established  
deep in a cerebrum: one that
will lay unread, as the coroner
makes a pronounced, and final,
judgement, from the inquest.
Written by Sartoris
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Dangerous Mind
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never been great with titles, but call me sir if you must

((1)) † † †  
† † †  
sky seems dark now † † †
darker than it's ever been † † †
and I know, I know in my heart † † †  
there's light busting at the seams † † †  
trying to get in † † †  
† † †  
† † †  
† † †  
((2)) † † †
† † †  
they don't know † † †  
and there's no way in hell † † †  
I'm ever going to tell them † † †
† † †  
most of me died † † †  
in a court room † † †
way back † † †
† † †
they were children † † †  
† † †  
and sometimes I resent † † †  
that they still look up to me † † †  
like I'm something to be † † †  
† † †  
like im something to be † † †  
† † †  

((3)) † † †
† † †  
It may be dark † † †
and maybe I've grown † † †
too comfortable with † † †
the cloak of it † † †
†† † †  
sense of attrition † † †  
†† † †  
† † †  
but I've never given up † † †
or given in † † †  
so dont take those words † † †
as anything † † †  
† † †  
but a lorry load † † †  
of self pity †
Written by lepperochan (Craic-Dealer)
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Dangerous Mind
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In The Dehydrated Mind, Tears Are A Waste


A hollow shell on a beach waiting to
be crushed beneath the weight of
the waves.

Empty and unfulfilled.

The nothing, it closes in at night
so exceptionally heavy you'd think
It'd be something more than it is.

Mud, just stuck
no movement, no feelings,
just kinda here or there.
Numb is just too basic to describe it
it's in the right direction,
but not the right bike.

Written by nikkimoe
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Tyrant of Words
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We had kept discord
In mason jars
Wrenched the spiral tightly  
With ape fisted dexterity †
And nodded politely as we placed them on the shelf  

The tippy toe effort †
To reach them again †
Enough to keep them dusty  
And in this kitchen †
With all the tasks to do  
Mindless chatter here  
A hungry man there  

They go unnoticed †
Until another is closed  
And placed beside its brother  
Swirling discontent and sloshing sound †
In the others †
No longer clear  
And the breaking down †

Today it is toast and jelly  
And alone with the sound †
Of crusty spread and scrape  
The bite warm and sweet  

I think I will clean house  
Toss the old and rotting into the bin  
With pleasing thump into bagged bottom  
And heave it out of my house  
The burden on my shoulder  
Easy †

When considering the great burden †
Of time wasted †
And jarred resentment fermenting †
My peace coldly interrupted †
By seemingly innocuous canned goods  

And it might just be that simple  
Or, it might not  
Either way  
I might just be ok  
(Iíll be just fine)  

Iíll write it all down in homey metaphor  
To place the comfort of spiritual logic  
By bits and pieces within me  
Practice believing it †
Until it is a wholehearted effort †
And ability  
That mirrors faith  

(To be well within my soul) †
I am well within my soul  
I sing it like my grandfather †
During a Baptist revival by an Ozark river  

He seemed very happy  
Was a Godly man †
Salt of the Earth made by a God he knew well †
And my Grandma †
She kept plenty on her shelf  
She opened them for us  
(Peach preserves spread liberally) †
And everyone was happy there  

I do not remember being alone a day  
Even when I was
So this chore done
Spreads good news in my house
I emphasize this word
And believe it makes the difference
Enough to still my tummy
And lift my shrug
Apple my cheeks a while
I will fall to my knees  
Each time I feel whole
It has been a long while
And I am ever so grateful
So very blessed  
And I should be
For many many things
The greatest of these
The following peace
The affirmation a comfort far beyond  
Anything I might place politely on a shelf
Written by Calamityofgin
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Tyrant of Words
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this is not a love poem ~

it's as though you stole the moon
from my sky, to keep it †
eternally burning in yours †
leaving me in shadows †
thick and tangible as †
an oil slick coating the heavens †

and it seems the stars followed †
the path of your hands, unable †
to withstand your magnetism †
and fell to your feet, basking †
in the light that once drew me, †
a light that could make the sun †
shrink from its brilliance †

though i tremble with fear †
on nights without a glow, †
my fingers want to tug †
the horizon, keep it in place †
so first blush cannot cut †
through the velvety darkness †
that reminds me of you †
Written by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
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Tyrant of Words
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in the weeping hours

I ache starlight inside my dying time
secret sin devours...

in my weeping hours
I seek sanctuary
inside the silence of my prayers
bitter in my regrets
I lament
choking on my tears

my confessions well up
but with no priest to listen
there will be no absolution
only payment in full
when the devil comes to collect
a dying love his due

with I ache starlight
and forgive me on my lips
I die a little more inside
while stars crash to the earth
a lover's death

to burn so hot then fade away
jilted feelings pressed in my diary of secrets
speak against me
in my quiet times, I contemplate
holding tight to our memory

I never saw the end coming
tenderness turned into loneliness
I don't know when it happened
I turned and look
and saw my love of forever
turn again and saw a stranger

I still love you
my best friend and confidant
we streak across the skies
burning with a passion
then with one last twinkle fade away

it will break my heart to watch you go
I don't know if I will survive it
only the stars know
my soul weeps for the morrow

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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