Poetry competition CLOSED 6th March 2021 00:43am
WINNER
SatInUGal (Kumar)
View Profile Poems by SatInUGal
sheild
RUNNERS-UP: 0913338 and buddhakitty

Go to page:

poem of the month February

Calamityofgin
Calamityofgin
Fire of Insight
United States
4awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th May 2020
Forum Posts: 142

Poetry Contest

Nominate outstanding poems on DU
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:
Mo
NOTE: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11778/ Spoken Word of the Month comp is here:

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11778/

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/11511/

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:

2020

January 2020-  NEW BEGINNINGS
February 2020 - EDIBLE WORDS
March 2020 - MADAME LAVENDER
APRIL 2020 - MONKEYMAN
MAY 2020 - TIMAGINATION543
JUNE 2020 - LEPPEROCHAN (Craic-Dealer)
JULY 2020 - STRANGEWAYS_ROB  
August 2020 Daniel Christensen
September 2020 Aspergerpoet
October 2020 Lunagreyhawk
November 2020 Kristinax
December 2020 Ahavati


2019

January, 2019 - DANIELCHRISTENSEN
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


2018

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


2017

January, 2017 - VEE
February, 2017 - CRIMSIN
March, 2017 - ONEFIFTYSIX
April, 2017 - DANIEL CHRISTENSEN
May, 2017 - ALEXANDER CASE
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


2016

November, 2016 - JOHN FEDDELER
December, 2016 - AHAVATI

Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
24awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 1898

romantic notions and all that other bullshit

in love

out of
love

eat love

beat love

cheat
love

love at
first
sight

blinded
by love

make
love

fuck
love

love you
always-
that was
a lie

never
loved
you-
that was
a lie

love of
my
life

love you
to
death

love is life
giving us
the middle
finger

love is the sword
of God driven
deep into our
hearts

love...

a trap we
see
coming from
a
mile away
but
refuse to
escape









Written by buddhakitty
Go To Page  

Ahavati
Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States
103awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 10499

Daywalker

I watched his heart stop~
the clock ticks to nautical twilight
and I pause

His skin turned cold in my hands
a pallor washing over sunkissed flesh
and I watch,
I hesitate

A hundred years plus one
I awaited the burn of the sun
but it never came
and I turned my gaze to the day
they would tear me apart
bury me facedown in the dirt
with a stake through my heart

It never came
a hundred years plus one
and I still walk in the sun

Now I create,
breathe to life a new race
for hours I watch,
and in the dawn he Awakes














Written by fieryangelsouljia (M6rr6g6n)
Go To Page  

cold_fusion
cold_fusion
Tyrant of Words
19awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 14th June 2017
Forum Posts: 3192

Dream

I stumbled through the screen door,
My mind went between the real world and a world of my imaginary possibilities.

I had lost another job.

7:30 P.M.

I moped into the kitchen,
My wife was at the stove.

“Hey baby.”
I didn’t respond

I looked at the paper,
Another bombing,
I threw it back down on the table in anger.

I slumped down at the table,
My head laid on my arms.

“What’s wrong?”
My mind failed to comprehend,
It could only wander.

I raised my head slightly as my wife walked over to the record player,
She turned on some Armstrong.

As I sat there, the trumpet played quick jazz beats,
The record player burst out note after note,
The bass harmonizing in the background,

But I barely listened.

Some hot chicken was suddenly laid in front of me
I only glanced at it.

“You don’t look so good.”

Finally I broke from the trance,
“Lost another job,” I said quietly.

“Oh baby, I’m sure you can find another one”

Suddenly, I leaned back and stared up at the ceiling,
The popcorn texture looked like hundreds of little faces,
Staring back at me,
Telling me I couldn’t,
Do it.

“Well I’m gonna go wash up,”
I didn’t even look over as she left.

30 minutes passed by,
Thoughts,
Jumbled,
Nothing was going well these days.

Finally I got up,
I lumbered my way over to the kitchen drawers.

As I opened it, a thick layer of dust huffed up towards me,
I coughed, my hand swiping away the cloud,
It was only a reminder of our poverty.

The plastic wrap was covered in dust as well.
As I pulled it out, I brushed it off,
But dust still remained,

I didn’t notice.

The next drawer over,
The rubber bands,
Only three left,
I took one,
It only shrank the already small pile.

Finally the fridge,
I pulled out the unbranded white tub,
You wouldn’t have even known that it was,

Yogurt.

I walked back towards the bedroom,
I scanned the walls,
They were peeling, and dirty,
Some might call my house,

Trashy.

But those walls were filled with memories,
Of a fight never forgotten,
Of a young boy always looking for a bigger fish,
Of a life rough and rocky.

As I moped in, my wife was sitting on the bed,
I collapsed down next to her.

“You're tired aren’t you?” she said.
“Tired of everything in this world.”
“Tired of how our lives just don’t seem to ever get any better.”

She put her arms around me, and got close to me,
“I’m tired of it too,” she said.

“You’re always here for me,” I said.
“Without me you’d be lost,” she said.

We both chuckled at that,
We both knew it was true.

“You know what I could really use some of right now,” I said.
“What’s that,” she said.

I pulled over the items from the kitchen,
She immediately knew.

We shed our uniforms,
Our old ragged clothes,
The ones we wore everyday as a constant reminder,
A reminder of our,

Place.

I tore out a sheet of the plastic,
The sound was nostalgic for me,
A reminder of times past.

Times as a little boy,
When we all sat around the table,
Laughing, Talking.

And afterward, the plastic had a use,
We could wrap up the,

Extra.

I took a small square,
I wrapped it around my penis,
And put over the rubber band.

It was still rough,

But when you’re so poor, lubricant is hard to find,
So I got out the yogurt, and started to grind.

One might wonder,
Why one would resort to such activities,
Why not work for something,

Better.

Work to find a better job,
A better home,
A better future,
Anything,
Better.

To that, I say,
When you are at your lowest of lows,
When you feel like the whole world is against you,
You take what God has given you,
And you embrace it.

You enjoy it,
You rejoice that God has not taken away your one and only guarantee,
The thing that will keep your generations going,
The thing that will make your grandkids and their kids.

You think about their future,
You think about them,
You want them to be alright,
But you’re just not sure.

When your black,
Nothing is,
Certain.

You don’t know what will happen to your children,
What will happen in this cruel,
White run world.

One were your child could be shot and killed and thrown in a river,
By cruel men, whose existence is stuck in the past,
Who never got over what happened one hundred years ago.

The thing that changed the lives of millions of people forever,
The thing that told a young black man or a young black woman,
That life was more than just labor,
That life was more than just sleep, work, repeat.

It gave them hope for their children,
That they could have a brighter future,
One filled with hope and,

Possibility.

They were given hope,
That they could all have,

A dream.
Written by the_Zeus100 (Michael Glover)
Go To Page  

nomoth
nomoth
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom
11awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 24th Mar 2019
Forum Posts: 441

THE WEAVERS

The weavers know  
The strength inside our fingers  

Earth’s deep undertow  
Where spider mama lingers  

Giving us her roots and shoots  
To express our need  
 
For all things must be held  
Big and small  
 
Flowers and weeds  
Dry and wet  
 
All that we know  
And don’t know yet
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
Go To Page  

badmalthus
badmalthus
Dangerous Mind
19awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 3rd May 2014
Forum Posts: 370

flick

a splat
on the white wall
a tiny splash of red
alongside squashed up innards
surprisingly
that dark grey matter
will be there
longer
and darker
than your own blood
which the insect
had just taken

a violent
but by no means
silent death







.
Written by cold_fusion
Go To Page  

Calamityofgin
Calamityofgin
Fire of Insight
United States
4awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th May 2020
Forum Posts: 142

gul wiven

gul wiven
nomoth
Go To Page  

Calamityofgin
Calamityofgin
Fire of Insight
United States
4awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 10th May 2020
Forum Posts: 142

OuterSpace Breathes 40mm Baton Rounds

Her strong legs lifted me into a spacecraft. The controls were sticky with a grainy syrup. We were doomed. But honestly, we had been doomed since long before this ship had even rolled off the assembly line.
Some sick fuck dreamed of experimenting on people like us. (My wet legs slip into her body). His name was Igor Lott. He was a scientist for the Imperialist Party. (Tongues intertwining like a DNA strand). He planned to conquer death in the name of the Greatest People. We were stepping stones to that end. (Her cocktail dress and jewels burned and burrowed into my thick layers of hide).
(Pages of our sacred history soaked in secret pastes and smoothed out onto our bare tissues and flashing lights). “Citizens #26 and #28, step forward onto the grating, please. I’m going to have to ask you to remove your faceplates.” (I shivered free of her tentacles and erotic orders and took my place for the fuck, her eyelids like wet goosedown).

To be continued...
Written by Randon
Go To Page  

Bluevelvete
Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
24awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 21st July 2020
Forum Posts: 1898

A Story About Love

I thought maybe we could    
immerse ourselves in fairy-tale's    
of what we wanted, but never had.      
      
I called you one night, when drunken      
antics were too heavy.      
     
You picked me up and we fucked.      
     
In the morning you gave me the first      
two cups of coffee—      
completely unprecedented.        
     
Sitting on your tiny bed, wrapped      
up in my skirt and feelings of love that      
I thought were gone, I imagined      
us together again, but different—      
     
and then you told me about her.      
     
I heard a million screeching brakes      
and then...silence.      
     
We made great friends, and when      
she was gone you told me you were dying.      
     
That day in the parking lot outside of the      
Tavern, standing next to your car, I wanted      
to devour it all.      
     
But it took you.      
     
Now you stroll through the darkest      
parts of my dreams: it's like coming home.      
     
God I loved you, truly.
Written by Eerie
Go To Page  

cold_fusion
cold_fusion
Tyrant of Words
19awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 14th June 2017
Forum Posts: 3192

Related submission no longer exists.

DanielChristensen
DanielChristensen
The Fire Elemental
Tyrant of Words
United States
29awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 27th Feb 2016
Forum Posts: 121

Hand

It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
To be held

(thoughts leave ligature stains)

To be violently kept
And dig deep
Down the red seams
Called fortune
That rise like trees
But uproot themselves
At the wrist

One so pale and daggered
One limp yet meaningful
One’s soul might forget it extends

One sparrow
One stone
One star to find me

(a comets score would burn a smaller space)

The World had turned within a tinier spot
How long could we keep the world turning
Under my thumb

It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup

(the chalice had filled with spray)
Grey matter and lust
The clear pink of a dark red
the moment just before

Brutal
(elementary momentum)
Brutal
The moment just before


..........

He had paused and looked and let out a clear headed scream and his eyes were gashes the color of nickel and stone his heart was stone cold his voice was deep his voice was high pitched uncontrollably so his eyes were thrown wide his head was foggy he only wailed and moaned he wailed he wailed he wailed on a head no longer clear....

So deep and dark was his soul

..
..
..

It is paced in a small hand
Small palm
A cup

And it’s weight in iron
Would sink the world
Written by Calamityofgin
Go To Page  

badmalthus
badmalthus
Dangerous Mind
19awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 3rd May 2014
Forum Posts: 370

Change the pattern take  back control

Plastic toy soldiers  
marching through the garden  
clear away the insect trespassers  
 
The last copy in existence  
of ‘The book of life’
used to wipe our arse
 
Aboriginal dreams of freedom  
drowned in whiskey  
and the need to make some coin  
 
Wilfully ignorant progress
one step forward  
no way back  
 
A bacterial infections  
moral persuasion  
sold as living light
 
Convenient fresh fruit  
rot the questions  
comfortably ignored  
 
Cross the ocean  
to see the same idea  
and eat McDonald’s  
 
All you need is love
and air to breathe  
but what do you want?
 
What do you really want ?
Written by monkeyman
Go To Page  

Ljdynamic
Ljdynamic
Fire of Insight
United States
6awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 18th Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 111

Release

Life doesn’t seem to matter
and neither really do I,
For it seems we have no purpose,
but to wither and to die.

Like the fading light
from a setting sun,
A few more ticks of the clock
and the day is finally done.

Bathe me in darkness
and silence and peace,
Striving no more
in a world that’s diseased.

Time has no beginning
and struggle has no end
Till the tired heart is still’d
and the soul flies home again.
Written by Tallquietguy
Go To Page  

Ljdynamic
Ljdynamic
Fire of Insight
United States
6awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 18th Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 111

ON A LIMB

ON A LIMB
 
Just a misanthrope without any hope
Hanging and dangling on the end of a rope
Swinging and singing without any breath
Dancing with Death on A whim
 
As the bright light of twilight suddenly dims
and grins at my Southerly sins
on A rope gently swaying within dancing belief
hanging out on the end of a limb
 
 
 
 
archetype23Written by archetype23
Published 14th Jul 2019
Author's Note
one of many ways to kill yourself, or someone else doing it for you....
Written by archie23
Go To Page  

Ljdynamic
Ljdynamic
Fire of Insight
United States
6awards   profile   poems   message
Joined 18th Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 111

Dusting

It leaves the night
like a dusted crime scene
yet so pristine
with its white crystals

A light coating
of powdered sugar
to sweeten up
this most bitter winter

Glistening in the moon
longing for a spoon
to help me measure

the melting moment
Written by LilDragonFly
Go To Page  

Go to page:
Go to: