Miscellaneous Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Random, diverse and unusual poetry
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
Never Eat Shredded Wheat (Pick One)
I’ve never gotten lost
(I have, on purpose)
I’ve been told to get lost
(usually in a harsher manner)
but if you ask me where we are going with this thing?
the only direction I can give you is a way out
(as to that matter, you’ll thank me later)
(I have, on purpose)
I’ve been told to get lost
(usually in a harsher manner)
but if you ask me where we are going with this thing?
the only direction I can give you is a way out
(as to that matter, you’ll thank me later)
#honesty
23 reads
When Will I Bite Into A Rotten Apple?
I tend to an apple tree in my backyard, pouring out all I have
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
On my hands and knees, I pull the thorny weeds
Its fruit so sweet, my calloused hands scorched with blisters
become soft as a mothers song, even for
just a bite
#anxiety
#friendship
#disappointment
#bittersweet
#symbolism
45 reads
0 Comments
Stuck
It’s like I’m reaching but can’t grasp
I’m thinking but I can’t speak
I lift my head up to gasp
I feel my lungs collapse
Open my eyes they’re searching..but can’t find
It’s like I’m blind
I’m alive but my soul is struggling to survive
My life line becoming deprived
I’m thinking but I can’t speak
I lift my head up to gasp
I feel my lungs collapse
Open my eyes they’re searching..but can’t find
It’s like I’m blind
I’m alive but my soul is struggling to survive
My life line becoming deprived
#anxiety
#depression
65 reads
1 Comment
Bleed The Rain
The strings have bled
of dark's cello
a misdemeanor
of my gothic life
from the well
to the quill
I bleed the rain
streaking the pane
of insanity's
House of Blue Lights
of dark's cello
a misdemeanor
of my gothic life
from the well
to the quill
I bleed the rain
streaking the pane
of insanity's
House of Blue Lights
#dark
43 reads
4 Comments
Cold Water
Cold water.
It holds everlasting power over everyone.
Life or death,
Dehydration or drowning.
Whether it be drinking a glass of
tap water with an ice cube,
Or running it on your wrists for an hour,
the only thing able to ground you from
floating
down to the centre of the vacuum
you have already been sucked into.
It holds perpetual power over every
move you make,
A swim on the beach,
or trying to drown yourself
on your darkest of days.
Cold water.
Whether it be running on your wrists for an hour. ...
It holds everlasting power over everyone.
Life or death,
Dehydration or drowning.
Whether it be drinking a glass of
tap water with an ice cube,
Or running it on your wrists for an hour,
the only thing able to ground you from
floating
down to the centre of the vacuum
you have already been sucked into.
It holds perpetual power over every
move you make,
A swim on the beach,
or trying to drown yourself
on your darkest of days.
Cold water.
Whether it be running on your wrists for an hour. ...
#depression
#MentalHealth
66 reads
1 Comment
Money
Thru the help of GOD Money can always be in my possession when needed.
Take heed.
Take heed.
#love
32 reads
1 Comment
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