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poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

write a poem using the three words above you
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/421/



ImperfectedStone said

"Okay so I got bored today...

There's no closing date.

I'll start with:

Peruvian,
Halo,
Strawberry.

Once you've written a poem using these three words then choose another three words for the next person."  



KateA said:

" i felt abandoned,
a part of me humiliated
i could not share with anyone
all they could see was
the dinner had been eventful
and he had been filled with laudable intention


nocturne, splendiferous, slugabed "



poet Anonymous

a strange fellow
dressed in beard and bow-tie
threw his eyes to the sky
when asked to sip
his strawberry martini
from a shot glass

on account of his liability:
..apparently his affections lay
with Peruvian coca leaves  

he'd named his feet
Splendiferous and slugabed
but he never said why
only that they both knew
and neither were unhappy

then he set fire to a Cuban
and blew a halo with the damage

sent it spinning 'cross the room
with an after-blow

and he hummed a nocturne to nobody
then tapped a foot
to the rhythm of his own heart-beat

pinhead, bunker, goose  


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calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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My date with Hell Breath

He took me to that damned movie on purpose..
Thought I'd jump in his lap the minute Pinhead's creepy ass face apeared..
The only thing i was scared of was
His breath..
My Gawd! Like death...
I mean..smelled as if this dude eaten road kill..
He certainly held no charm to compensate for this grotesque ness..
Who wears cut offs and a "Just do me"
T -shirt on a first date?
When i met him I thought he had a nice ass, and it had been a couple weeks since i had been laid..
Would have been better off at home with a date with my dildo and just masturbate..
And there i was bunkered two feet away from him in a movie seat..
Next to the eternal frat boy grim reaper..
The straw that broke my camel's back?
I had had enough of the wretched funk coming out of his mouth..
When he put his arm around me and his hand was movin south..
Ha! Bullshit!
This dude really think he was gonna cop a feel of my tit?
I got up, and the asshole gives me a goose!!
Oh holy fuck i let loose..
Reached in my purse and grabbed some gum..
Told him to put in the whole package and to brush his scummy teeth next time he wanted to get him some!


Bath neon and flamingo

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Grace
Idryad
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The Bath was not too bad
managed to shampoo my hair
before it got cold

the neon light outside was odd though
turned me flamingo red
every few seconds.


Sarcastic,  fantastic, hundreds

poet Anonymous

ahh sure that's fantastic:
shampoo before the cold hit
..and rightly so, cos you're worth it
and hundreds more, in fairness, so there, miss
toss your hair like a Pantene girl
then twirl it 'round
and drown the camera-man
with the offshoot

..sarcastic git


Felled, jewel, surrogate

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seekingkate
kateA
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He felled me with his reply
There'd be no compromise...
I was his jewel, his haven in heaven
And yet I felt like a surrogate
The one who'd do the job
But not get the prize

orchid, ants, napkin

poet Anonymous

A jewel in the orchid
hidden 'neath the petal folds
ladybird says a bee told the ants
who'd formed a pillage party
to de-crumb a napkin, and now
they're talkin 'bout a mission
impossible

talkative, cut, thyme



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Zazzles
Broom
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talkative, cut, thyme


nonsense:
I am always talkative when I'm nervous and if I get to excited i might hafta cut ya!
inside my garden plucking some thyme for dinner tonight I feel better...


Next Three:
1) lepperochan, aka Ministry-Of-Craic
2)Powerful,
3)Sexy...

*smirks* hehe

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archetype23
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Well, now, you just killed that powerful idea
my sexy little Zazzles, hidden eyes bedazzled
upon a leprechaun, aka Ministry-Of-Craic
Now speak truth to him, and don't be fake

Clarity
lucidity
intuition

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summultima
uma
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their skindeep eyes search
slipperymoist whereever..
pathetic . this pathogenicity
especially of various stealth moves
with crisp intentional pat inserts over....
and, you deem all these alright

soulful intuition imbibes
in its own tear-laden
atmospheric lucidity
..there's this cleansing clarity
increasingly
for, such sensitive core bears
the most rugged extremity
never known

play on


porcelain, deja vu, raven

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Grace
Idryad
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she held him like precious
porcelain chalice
as if he was of egg shells
for she didn't want to break his heart
like the others did

but she had a sense of deja vu
when the chatter of endearments
faded away

raven had taken her place
in his inner sanctuary
and now all is passed away...


moisture, filaments, leader

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Zazzles
Broom
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archetype23 said:Well, now, you just killed that powerful idea
my sexy little Zazzles, hidden eyes bedazzled
upon a leprechaun, aka Ministry-Of-Craic
Now speak truth to him, and don't be fake

Clarity
lucidity
intuition


you little cutie Pie Arche hehe

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seekingkate
kateA
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Australia
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he was the leader of the pack
trudging through the jungle guiding their way
moisture dripping from leaves splashed onto their skin
while filaments held firm anthers from unknown flowers
wanting a peep to see what was going on


meatballs, kookaburra, frog

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Grace
Idryad
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he loves meatballs in his noodle soup
with a dash of chiili
until a  kookaburra took away
his apetitie by chomping on a frog.


battlefields, rewarding, fledgling

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He kills nature with a single blow
Races in the east hate him so
The man decided to have him dropped
Why must the war not stop?
death, destruction, masses

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