Submissions by Seed
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poems are all over the map, mostly free verse. Influenced by everything I see, hear, and read. Don't know what I'm doing, but love doing it! Joined a couple of poetry groups & try to attend workshops to become a better writer. All just for fun!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2025 7:13pm
1st Apr 2025 7:13pm
This is Me
I have begun the process of backing up my poems.
I changed my profile picture, so if you ever wondered who I was,
this is "Seed". This is me.
Click on the picture than click it again to see the whole picture.
I changed my profile picture, so if you ever wondered who I was,
this is "Seed". This is me.
Click on the picture than click it again to see the whole picture.
#LifeAsAWriter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2025 3:41pm
28th Mar 2025 3:41pm
DUP is CLOSING
I got the news that DEEP UNDERGROUND POETRY is closing the site 12 May 2025!
Peace & love to all the poets.
Thanks for reading my poems and giving feedback.
Keep writing.
I will probably not move to another site.
Maybe this tragic event will inspire me to finally publish a book of my poetry.
I will miss this site very much.
Peace & love to all the poets.
Thanks for reading my poems and giving feedback.
Keep writing.
I will probably not move to another site.
Maybe this tragic event will inspire me to finally publish a book of my poetry.
I will miss this site very much.
#heartbroken
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2025 1:08pm
21st Mar 2025 1:08pm
In Search of the Incredible
Life is made up of poems, prayers, and promises;
fantasies, dreams, and wishes;
lazy days, naps, and good intentions;
family, friends, and even a few who don't like us;
good times, bad times, and days without meaning;
joy, pain, and sorrow;
success, failure, trails and tribulation;
health, sickness, struggling to survive;
the passing of youth, the years of responsibility, and old age;
Somewhere in the middle of it all is a deep unending faith
in the good God above.
After all, wise Solomon told us the purpose of life
is to...
fantasies, dreams, and wishes;
lazy days, naps, and good intentions;
family, friends, and even a few who don't like us;
good times, bad times, and days without meaning;
joy, pain, and sorrow;
success, failure, trails and tribulation;
health, sickness, struggling to survive;
the passing of youth, the years of responsibility, and old age;
Somewhere in the middle of it all is a deep unending faith
in the good God above.
After all, wise Solomon told us the purpose of life
is to...
#faith
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2025 3:43pm
15th Mar 2025 3:43pm
Scrabble
I have too much Scrabble in my L I F E.
I play for words while others
play for points as soon as
they come in the door.
Constantly rearranging,
but never getting the answers
I'm looking for.
If "X" marks the spot
and "Y" asks the question,
where does that leave "Z"?
And if "U" "R" always right,
then where does that leave me?
I can't see the end,
though I know it's there.
And all I'm left with is a
single blank wooden square.
I play for words while others
play for points as soon as
they come in the door.
Constantly rearranging,
but never getting the answers
I'm looking for.
If "X" marks the spot
and "Y" asks the question,
where does that leave "Z"?
And if "U" "R" always right,
then where does that leave me?
I can't see the end,
though I know it's there.
And all I'm left with is a
single blank wooden square.
#LifeStruggles
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2025 1:20pm
12th Mar 2025 1:20pm
Necromancy
Necromancers, using magic words, call disembodied spirits who travel by night.
I step outside the light to be clothed in darkness, stand on the mountain steady as a middle brother,
look to the night sky to see a red dwarf and a white giant.
Jupiter is on fire and Saturn has taken off her rings.
The planets have aligned.
Now is the time when young men will see visions
and old men will dream dreams,
when Regulus is red on the horizon in the gaze of the Sphinx.
Yet, I am all alone looking at the moon...
I step outside the light to be clothed in darkness, stand on the mountain steady as a middle brother,
look to the night sky to see a red dwarf and a white giant.
Jupiter is on fire and Saturn has taken off her rings.
The planets have aligned.
Now is the time when young men will see visions
and old men will dream dreams,
when Regulus is red on the horizon in the gaze of the Sphinx.
Yet, I am all alone looking at the moon...
#night
#spiritual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 4:55pm
28th Feb 2025 4:55pm
When We Learned What We Learned
When you were glitter and sparkles
When you were new and not fully known
When I presented my best side
When you were fantasies and dreams
When you were all I ever wanted and so out of reach
When you first touched my hand and it was electric
When I got brave enough and stole a kiss that got the ball rolling
When we fussed and fought getting to know each other
When we made up and let love prevail
When the shine was still bright enough that we wanted a life together
When we got married and you moved in
When some years went by and...
When you were new and not fully known
When I presented my best side
When you were fantasies and dreams
When you were all I ever wanted and so out of reach
When you first touched my hand and it was electric
When I got brave enough and stole a kiss that got the ball rolling
When we fussed and fought getting to know each other
When we made up and let love prevail
When the shine was still bright enough that we wanted a life together
When we got married and you moved in
When some years went by and...
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#wisdom
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2025 4:46pm
28th Feb 2025 4:46pm
Sunflower
You are a sunflower
The glory in any flield
I wanted you from a far
But your love was too much
I wanted to be yours
To lick your honeysuckle
To smell your nectar bloom
But your love was too much
You are a sunflower
Green eyes and golden skin
I'm the daffodil king
And I loved you too much
You're a sunflower growing wild
A beauty among the bees
You're not just another wildflower
Though I could never tame you
No, I could never tame you
Your love was too high a price to...
The glory in any flield
I wanted you from a far
But your love was too much
I wanted to be yours
To lick your honeysuckle
To smell your nectar bloom
But your love was too much
You are a sunflower
Green eyes and golden skin
I'm the daffodil king
And I loved you too much
You're a sunflower growing wild
A beauty among the bees
You're not just another wildflower
Though I could never tame you
No, I could never tame you
Your love was too high a price to...
#breakup
#flowers
#freedom
#love
#lover
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2025 1:35pm
14th Feb 2025 1:35pm
Living Among the Thorns
Weren't we warned with proverb and parable? Why did we fail to seek sacred scripture?
We find ourselves living among the thorns and thistle, among the briers and bramble.
Is it any wonder we are poked and pierced? Living among the thorns, thieves among thieves. Is it any wonder we are choked, not chosen? Unattended, unadorned, untamed and overtaken. Is it any wonder no one comes to visit, except the devil, who always overstays his welcome? Others walk the narrow way, deep rooted, while those before us living in the thorns were bound and burned. Yet, we...
We find ourselves living among the thorns and thistle, among the briers and bramble.
Is it any wonder we are poked and pierced? Living among the thorns, thieves among thieves. Is it any wonder we are choked, not chosen? Unattended, unadorned, untamed and overtaken. Is it any wonder no one comes to visit, except the devil, who always overstays his welcome? Others walk the narrow way, deep rooted, while those before us living in the thorns were bound and burned. Yet, we...
#LifeStruggles
#morality
80 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2025 1:58pm
12th Feb 2025 1:58pm
Broken Bricks
We should live our lives asking for nothing,
taking what is freely given
with thankfulness and gratitude.
Instead, we choose to focus on the ones
who should give, but don't.
And so, we end up frustrated and irritated,
sleeping with the enemy,
mad at the world.
taking what is freely given
with thankfulness and gratitude.
Instead, we choose to focus on the ones
who should give, but don't.
And so, we end up frustrated and irritated,
sleeping with the enemy,
mad at the world.
#conflict
#confusion
#relationships
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
This Life Is For The Birds
Matthew 6:26 "Consider the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone...
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone...
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2025 3:55pm
10th Jan 2025 3:55pm
Ocean
That old ocean,
salty and steady,
its stomach has been churning
since the day it was born.
Blue/ink-black in the depths
of open ocean.
Clear/Windex blue-turquoise green
at the beach, where the waves
constantly sift the shore sand.
That great salt pond that retains
the minerals rivers and streams
have brought from faraway places.
Who are we to know all its mysteries?
We stand at its edge in fear and wonder.
Curiosity and an adventurous spirit
move some to sail out of sight of land
towards the...
salty and steady,
its stomach has been churning
since the day it was born.
Blue/ink-black in the depths
of open ocean.
Clear/Windex blue-turquoise green
at the beach, where the waves
constantly sift the shore sand.
That great salt pond that retains
the minerals rivers and streams
have brought from faraway places.
Who are we to know all its mysteries?
We stand at its edge in fear and wonder.
Curiosity and an adventurous spirit
move some to sail out of sight of land
towards the...
#sea
88 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2025 2:47pm
3rd Jan 2025 2:47pm
Straight Answer
ANSWER:
It all depends on a lot of variables
like what hemisphere we're in,
the season, night or day,
the line of sight, wind speed and
direction, the fact that all rifles
have a right-handed twist in the barrel,
so, the bullet will eventually drift
to the right over distance.
Then there's the fact that the earth
is not flat, plus the Coriolis effect,
and the earth is spinning on its axis
and rotating around the sun while
orbiting around the center of the galaxy,
and don't forget that we are hurtling through ...
It all depends on a lot of variables
like what hemisphere we're in,
the season, night or day,
the line of sight, wind speed and
direction, the fact that all rifles
have a right-handed twist in the barrel,
so, the bullet will eventually drift
to the right over distance.
Then there's the fact that the earth
is not flat, plus the Coriolis effect,
and the earth is spinning on its axis
and rotating around the sun while
orbiting around the center of the galaxy,
and don't forget that we are hurtling through ...
#confusion
#honesty
#science
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