Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry Community
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We forget how we call this place earth
The pen lids open and close
like an inhale and exhale
past and present collide
together as bark on trees
begin to strip themselves
down, as stems on flowers
bend in their own hysteria.
As ground splits wide open
I see lamb and cattle scatter
to find safety in the unknown,
I remind myself there cannot
be days without nights as
I herd them away into their
respective houses like
my elders once did.
Tonight we watch rain
outside washing away
lifes grime remaining
unresolved,...
like an inhale and exhale
past and present collide
together as bark on trees
begin to strip themselves
down, as stems on flowers
bend in their own hysteria.
As ground splits wide open
I see lamb and cattle scatter
to find safety in the unknown,
I remind myself there cannot
be days without nights as
I herd them away into their
respective houses like
my elders once did.
Tonight we watch rain
outside washing away
lifes grime remaining
unresolved,...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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buried in clouds
One day my heart will have its final beat
Many, many years from now
And I wonder who I will go searching for first
I would assume it would be the one who helped conceive me
And confront the cowardly man in the sky who stole the father from an innocent daughter
Or maybe I’ll be too afraid to confront that
And it will be the one I thought I was in love with
To ask him one more time if he actually thought I was beautiful
Unless I’m too afraid to hear his answer and I decide to talk rock and roll with Kurt Cobain
I could also choose to have a...
Many, many years from now
And I wonder who I will go searching for first
I would assume it would be the one who helped conceive me
And confront the cowardly man in the sky who stole the father from an innocent daughter
Or maybe I’ll be too afraid to confront that
And it will be the one I thought I was in love with
To ask him one more time if he actually thought I was beautiful
Unless I’m too afraid to hear his answer and I decide to talk rock and roll with Kurt Cobain
I could also choose to have a...
#clouds
#death
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
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I Change My Mind Like I Change My Panties, Often
There's no freaking way they're ready for me
Over there at All Poetry
I can't go...yet
I'm not doing it
I may never do it
Someone help a girl out
And a few hundred or so of us
(how many of us are there exactly?)
We're a Band of Misfits
A family
We're DUP God damnit!
We're a package deal
Special
The Underground Miracle
Things always look better in the morning
There's twenty-eight mornings left
I don't fold
I'm not built like that
WE'RE NOT BUILT LIKE THAT
Over there at All Poetry
I can't go...yet
I'm not doing it
I may never do it
Someone help a girl out
And a few hundred or so of us
(how many of us are there exactly?)
We're a Band of Misfits
A family
We're DUP God damnit!
We're a package deal
Special
The Underground Miracle
Things always look better in the morning
There's twenty-eight mornings left
I don't fold
I'm not built like that
WE'RE NOT BUILT LIKE THAT
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#determination
#strength #uplifting
#strength #uplifting
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Band of Misfits
Together we spill the words we cannot say
Work at the ramblings we’d rather not give away
Jot a cry in the dark when there is no other way
Sing the joy in our hearts we dare not display
Purge the sorrow of years forgotten we left for other days
Capture the rage in the demons we strive to slay
Hoping to salvage the relationships we try to sway
Remembering the questions left unanswered as we watch shadows play
We’re just a band of misfits scribbling our lives upon a page
Work at the ramblings we’d rather not give away
Jot a cry in the dark when there is no other way
Sing the joy in our hearts we dare not display
Purge the sorrow of years forgotten we left for other days
Capture the rage in the demons we strive to slay
Hoping to salvage the relationships we try to sway
Remembering the questions left unanswered as we watch shadows play
We’re just a band of misfits scribbling our lives upon a page
#WritingPoetry
#friendship
#support #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#support #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Love & Tell
It started with a “slow spiral”
You gave me joy, bliss
And all we did was kiss
You flew here
All the way … here
For a week
Just to kiss me
And make me laugh harder than I ever have
Oh, and to love me
Thank you
Even though it ended badly
(very badly)
You were worth it
You gave me joy, bliss
And all we did was kiss
You flew here
All the way … here
For a week
Just to kiss me
And make me laugh harder than I ever have
Oh, and to love me
Thank you
Even though it ended badly
(very badly)
You were worth it
#boyfriend
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
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It was never beautiful
not even for a moment
if you believe otherwise, you are living
in sheltered nature under the illusion
you are living.
It arrives without permission, you will go on trips, you will have experiences, you will read poems, you will meet other creatures who walk this earth and realise how little you
are living life at all.
The nest is dangerous, if you do not learn to fly you will only meet death without knowing life's little pleasures, don't decorate your pain by stuffing it with flowers, don't hang
from branches out of...
if you believe otherwise, you are living
in sheltered nature under the illusion
you are living.
It arrives without permission, you will go on trips, you will have experiences, you will read poems, you will meet other creatures who walk this earth and realise how little you
are living life at all.
The nest is dangerous, if you do not learn to fly you will only meet death without knowing life's little pleasures, don't decorate your pain by stuffing it with flowers, don't hang
from branches out of...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Home
the walls
cradling my screams
as revelations ripped through me
teaching me...
to be stronger...if not better
amplifying laughter
that I might better hear it
through the anguish of haunting memory
a silent reminder...
there will be light
all the brighter
...having survived the night
the pillow
where I whispered of love
{& lust}
in equal measure
saturated
with the sweat of passion's endeavors
stained
by the tears of hopes that walked away
leaving me desolate
clutched to my...
cradling my screams
as revelations ripped through me
teaching me...
to be stronger...if not better
amplifying laughter
that I might better hear it
through the anguish of haunting memory
a silent reminder...
there will be light
all the brighter
...having survived the night
the pillow
where I whispered of love
{& lust}
in equal measure
saturated
with the sweat of passion's endeavors
stained
by the tears of hopes that walked away
leaving me desolate
clutched to my...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
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You Make Me Whole
In a world where I could be anything
I chose to be
Part of you
I chose to be
Part of you
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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For DUP & You The Poet
I'm not writing a tribute to one particular person or even several.
I'm just going to say to all that are following me, THANK YOU!
Your all very unique in your own ways. No one is better or greater then the other. We're all equals here.
I read your poems, I comment. I occasionally give an award and many of you have done the same for me.
It's appreciated beyond what I can write here.
To the DUP community that I'm in contact with everyday. You know who you are. I have lots of respect for all of you.
You intrigue me, enlighten me, you've influenced me and many...
I'm just going to say to all that are following me, THANK YOU!
Your all very unique in your own ways. No one is better or greater then the other. We're all equals here.
I read your poems, I comment. I occasionally give an award and many of you have done the same for me.
It's appreciated beyond what I can write here.
To the DUP community that I'm in contact with everyday. You know who you are. I have lots of respect for all of you.
You intrigue me, enlighten me, you've influenced me and many...
#admiration
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#respect
#WritingPoetry
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The D.U. Trip
What an amazing ride the Deep Underground has been
Finding a community where we came to share poetry
Connecting with poets, writers, romantics and dreamers
Watching the fruit of our labor grow on the tree of…artistry
For all the themes and challenges we faced and created
For all the people I spoke with and connected along the way
I’m thankful that I was able to meet other likeminded souls
Who inspired me even when the days seemed dark and grey
What a brilliant and wonderful flight of fancy this has been
To have laughed and felt...
Finding a community where we came to share poetry
Connecting with poets, writers, romantics and dreamers
Watching the fruit of our labor grow on the tree of…artistry
For all the themes and challenges we faced and created
For all the people I spoke with and connected along the way
I’m thankful that I was able to meet other likeminded souls
Who inspired me even when the days seemed dark and grey
What a brilliant and wonderful flight of fancy this has been
To have laughed and felt...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#LifeAsAWriter
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4 Comments
Dedication Poeticus . (A closing response)
One For Now.
there comes a point
when every cloud bursts
blue streaked tears across
an empty sky
in truth, I didn’t know
how I felt, but I did
walk outside to see
children playing
in an unforgiving street
and wondered if everything
would be alright in amongst
the tattered threads
it didn’t sound much,
but it’s a pact I wrote
in blood-stained hands
that one day I’d write a letter
to tell you where I left
my...
there comes a point
when every cloud bursts
blue streaked tears across
an empty sky
in truth, I didn’t know
how I felt, but I did
walk outside to see
children playing
in an unforgiving street
and wondered if everything
would be alright in amongst
the tattered threads
it didn’t sound much,
but it’s a pact I wrote
in blood-stained hands
that one day I’d write a letter
to tell you where I left
my...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Doors - The End - 1967
Knowing things always get to an end
I felt like putting a record to play loud:
Art - Supernatural Fairy Tales - 1967
Knowing things always get all loud
I felt like putting a record to an end:
Spooky Tooth - Sunshine Help Me - 1968
I felt like putting a record
I felt like putting
I felt...
I felt like putting a record to play loud:
Art - Supernatural Fairy Tales - 1967
Knowing things always get all loud
I felt like putting a record to an end:
Spooky Tooth - Sunshine Help Me - 1968
I felt like putting a record
I felt like putting
I felt...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#happiness
#kindness #music
#kindness #music
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