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poet
Taryn
Tyrant of Words
United States
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fade to mist

 
 
I press sunflowers in my diary  
to remind myself of brighter days  
 
*  
 
before the fog settled in with its lonely gloom  
you walked away that day and I didn't see you fade  
into the bleak darkness  
where my loving embrace could no longer touch  
 
*  
 
fingers that reach  
grasp only cold mist  
 
*  
 
like a ghost you manifested with a haunted love  
enchanted my heart  
doomed my soul to carry your chains  
 
*  
 
every day is foggy now  
I search the moors for your presence  
call to you with my poetry  
with hopes you will answer  
 
*  
 
I close my eyes this dreary day  
for a moment things are calm  
as everything fades to black  


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/254872-fade-to-mist/

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Ahavati
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-wonder lost

   
it's more than too long since the pain      
stopped pummeling my thoughts into remission      
I can still recall how many times you've died inside me      
the silence, the crazy, those undertones of how you      
perceive your lies as white, accompanied by every      
smile that almost broke your face...      
     
who ever really knew what love was good for anyway      
and how many times can one wish there wasn't      
a single reason to go home, to sit alone in your head      
wondering why it's so hard to know when to get lost...      
     
sometimes you just have to double down      
where it hurts most when caught in a storm      
of promises made on a notion of ideals      
that were never yours...      
     


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/254992-sometimes-its-hard-to-get-lost/

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Ahavati
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Peripherals

 
I thought I saw
a motion
perhaps
emotion
drifting
in the corner
of my eye
cannot catch it
no direct contact
it shifts
always
to the side
familiar
and foreign
like I've seen it
before
and never known
the mists
of a moment
still yet to come
it's hidden
in plain sight
turn
and it's gone
reach
into space
not there
never far away
like the ghost
of a thought
I'm left
with the image
of shadows
passing mirrors
within
an empty room


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/259152-peripherals/

poet
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas Heslop
Thought Provoker
United Kingdom
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what's your number?

i.
there is no way to know
that some people fit together
and others just don’t
when your only experience
is not fitting together,
and there is no way to gauge
your value, your worth
when your only experience
is being blamed by someone
who can’t face their own
ill-fitting skin.

ii.
but back to the first love, the catching-up
of the body with the mind,
the oldest candle held in silent vigil
somewhere in salty Fairfield air
smiling under weary, knowing eyes:
it ended with a kiss on the cheek
and a trimming of the wick.

iii.
we come to grips
with who we are,
who others are,
who we are with others,
and then who we were
and who they were.
maybe we don’t have
such strong grip after all
on who we can be.
I’ll take that to my grave.

iv.
sometimes
you just get the urge
to build a wonderful sandcastle
even though you know
the situation will always kill a sandcastle,
baking it til it collapses under its own weight.
sandcastles are only ever built
in situations which cause their explicit demise,
and they are always the most beautiful
at the instant before they fall
jarred awake by a 3am phone call.

v.
I don’t know where
the acting started
and where its other end hung colloidal in the ride,
biking down Commonwealth for the ten-dozenth time
in search of parts that intercalated seamlessly,
ignoring that they didn’t make any sort of bigger picture together.
it was always going to crash out of solution
but the keepsake photo of a suspension
always looks like a beautiful, opalescent solid.
I’ll always be nostalgic for laying on docks.

vi.
—my pillow floats little ragged edges of the scent
of someone I don’t want to remember—

vii.
and on,

viii.
and on,

ix.
and


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/247237-whats-your-number/

poet
DevlinDLC
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United States
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- WITHOUT YOU HERE -


Those smiting rocks beckon me
From the bottom of the cliff of doom
A kaleidoscope blur black and white
As I wither beneath jeering moons

This hateful destiny dawns
Across horizons made to deny
Lost loved ones who have moved beyond
My embrace leaving me to die

And nothing
Not something
Born as one
Pass away

I stand beneath the silent sky
Oh God, how did I get so numb?
The crow murder entwines with mine
Oh God, why does it hurt so much?

What have I become?
No convent or covenant
Will return to me
A time before I became undone

Without you here

Writhe at the witching hour
And the sweat has stained my twisted sheets
I still dream about you every night
But you fade away before me

Nothing will ever replace
The one thing I have now truly lost
And how can I do this without you
As I slip further into frost?

And nothing
Not something
Born as one
Pass away

I stand beneath the silent sky
Oh God, how did I get so numb?
The crow murder entwines with mine
Oh God, why does it hurt so much?

What have I become?
No convent or covenant
Will return to me
A time before I became undone

Without you here

Rusted screws are turning
I am surely burning
So selfish to hold you close
How can my heart flutter still
When you are in Heaven?

And nothing
Not something
Born as one
Pass away

I stand beneath the silent sky
Oh God, how did I get so numb?
The crow murder entwines with mine
Oh God, why does it hurt so much?

What have I become?
No convent or covenant
Will return to me
A time before I became undone

Without you here



https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/258729--without-you-here-/

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DevlinDLC
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his final poem...

 
he'd put his pen down
for the last time -

it just wasn't prepared to put up
with it anymore...




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DevlinDLC
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you didn't break my heart

You showed me once again
how affairs end
usually badly
I trusted you would always be around
even when the sexual parts melted away

Though  without affairs
there would be just the mundane
I'm not built for the vanilla life
Not 24/7 anyway

So I'll take some mental bruises
Pisses me off though, that trust crap
You always want to believe. ...



https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/214092-you-didnt-break-my-heart/


poet
crimsin
Unveiling
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Canvas

His talent with words is endless; just as is the space & time which
hovers over us each & every day. He is
passionate & sophisticated, callous & calculated...breaking
the hearts of many, all in the name of keeping his safe.  

He brings upon the page words which make us
ache & feel blue; working hard to get the blood pumping,
bound, yet with nowhere to go but up. Stimulating nerve endings
to spark & react, reaching to the inner most depths of our hollows.  

He shares his thoughts with the intensity of a Lion; always
tearing into every layer to expose the raw & bare naked
left there underneath.  

He has been called a bastard, heartless, in the name of  
devotion to his art; all in the clutches of classy women, the
whores, the lonely ladies who need his type of attention; to caress,
to hold tenderly, to spank, smack & throw around,
to ravage & release upon, left bruised but never broken

He is forever blue, a lonely traveler who roams these
vast lands seeking no permanent place; it would leave his palate
watering always in need of different tastes. His greed
for lust & brief moments of love is the very reason he keeps his
feet moving... He forever documents it all, in a poem.  

He is blue; his canvas always blue & I, well, I have discovered
I am all that is darkened passion; I am maroon.  

Thank you my dear friend...I kiss you deeply before I
eagerly sit beside you; your hand stroking my hair, as I long
for you to again break my heart...

in a poem...


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/258190-canvas/

poet Anonymous

Internal Nuisances

I can smell the water....
As the night glistens off the salted sea
Loud banter of crashing waves
Giving a sense of serenity

Sense of peace
It's what I need
I'm drowning in a fortress of uncertainty
Playing the tunes of others pianos
Until my muted sound is deafening

Tired of defending
My internal beauty with external explorations
I can not be held to such high standards
I allow myself to be on a level that then hurts once shattered

Confessions of late night regression
Fights over lack of persuasion
No desires to devour my womanly nature
Read my kinky stature
And take advantage of the loneliness that consumes my heart
I just want that spark
Not labeled a target by
lyrical snipers
lurking marks

Being folded into origami hearts,
Always the same point to start
same folds that lead to the end
I can not pretend
That I meet normal standards....
I do not stand formal at desires door,
But I stay lurking in the corner,
Caught by those wanderers......
In which gamble like dice
Thrown into hot ice,
and fried by the icicles of life


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/259530-internal-nuisances/

poet
crimsin
Unveiling
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Safely Pinned

 
 
 
 
Pinned through the  
epidermis  
hanging from chains  
The hand prints  
from birth  
of each of my children  
in their favorite  
colors;
permanently at my side  
 
The missing  
print  
for the angel  
in heaven  
turning clouds into  
kindergarten, playgrounds  
 
Chained separately  
as distinctly  
apart  
as their  
mothers  
are  
 
I keep their tags  
safe  
safe in my care  
As safely  
as I keep them  
in my heart  
and  
mind  
 
Connected
forever  
at my side  
 
-x-


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/238756-safely-pinned/

poet
RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Fire of Insight
South Africa
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Dear Girl Just Stop!



Dear girl just stop! 
Stop feeling down 
stop feeling blue 
Quit staring at his quotes  
looking for a clue 

Stop trying to translate 
the music he's sharing 
Quit him because 
he's not so caring 
Just grab a clean slate 
rid some from your plate 

Girl please don't worry 
that 
dull 
sickly 
aching 
feeling 
will pass in a hurry 

You'll soon find peace 
or respite at least


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/259922-dear-girl-just-stop/

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Ahavati
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No More Forever

I.

The moment Chief Joseph turned away
And led them from the land of paradise
I knew the exodus in my heart;
Such overwhelming beauty and solitude

Abandoned, autumn setting in, the army
Of the white men, dark and descending,
Just behind them, an encroaching Thunder
Cloud of evil, rising, thirsty for their blood.

For two years their relentless shadow
Dogging them, the pursuant and the smell
Of eminent genocide, until finally their broken
Spirit was torn from Chief Joseph’s heart

His will and hope crucified just forty miles short;
“I will fight no more forever” he said.

II.

“I will fight no more” is written in the sky
The mountains, the rivers and lakes here.
“Forever” is far away horizon line toward
The Snake River. This is an unsettled peace

Where ancestors are heard in the winds,
Deer raise their heads suddenly, hearing them,
Tall firs stir, smoke from fires stir, the land is stirring
Under the demise of summer, leaves turning over

Again in the wake of forgetfulness. In my heart
The meditative dance and chant of the Nimíipuu,
The music of the stream, the wake in Wallowa Lake,
The echoing of the eagle scars our living memories.

I will fight no more forever he said.
He rose above his calling and was saved by nothing.

III.

In the typical French way trappers mistook the Nimíipuu
For the Chinook, though they did not at all look the same.
After William Clark, the suicide of tribal life continued forever.
Totalitarian peace is not peace at all, the countryside now

Outside of Pendleton, carries many ghosts and sorrows
That still live in the eyes of the broken tribe, that live in forests
Where once, on foot, forefathers walked west from the Rockies,
Settled nearby, just to the north, where Chief Joesph’s father

Looks out from his simple grave on the north end of Wallowa,
The scent of dry pine in the air, the lazy bird of prey, floating.


* Nez Perce Indians--
Their name for themselves is Nimíipuu (pronounced [nimiːpuː]),
meaning, "The People," in their language, part of the Sahaptin family.



https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/237741-no-more-forever/

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crimsin
Unveiling
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-dead star light

how do I tell you                        
about the way your very existence                        
makes my soul come alive                        
how all those times I'd died before                        
were worth a chance to find myself lost                        
in your transcendental eyes...                        
                         
what would it take                        
for you to believe                        
that you could trust                        
something you had never known;                        
that I too have felt alone                        
surrounded by everyone                        
who had ever said they loved me                        
and how every hug made me feel                        
like I was a deserter                        
because no one could understand                        
the places I had to go to be myself...                        
                         
within these words both of us have traveled                          
over distances that once seemed too far                        
but would you walk with me a little further              
to see what we discover beyond ourselves                    
like we are light from stars long dead              
in search of a place where our souls can shine...  

       
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/258483-how-do-i-tell-you/


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sstruhar
AFleetingMemory
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What is in a Lie?

What is in a lie?
To thrust the blade
And hit it's mark
The weaves we made
That lit the spark

Burns ash, our heart
We slash, our trust
Was sweet, turns tart
love deplete, turns to dust
You ask, what is in a lie
I answer you this

It crumbles the bridges that you make
No matter how right, it was a mistake
A lie is a vow, that binds evermore
Which can never return, as once before


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/104936-what-is-in-a-lie/

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Poem-Worm
Poetry Worm
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