Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry Community
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Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry community, here you'll find poems written about this website.
a discombobulated speck of dust
the world stops spinning
we fall off the edge
to the end
to the end
humanity is dead
dusted fingers
graze the earth
lament on the Breeze
carried away
for thousands of miles
finding dreams
sorrow sighs
where sleep resides
and life does lay
flowers weep
in their aromatic way
you beautiful you
the rat race is running
in circles , in squares
in confusion
back where it went
going nowhere
we fall off the edge
to the end
to the end
humanity is dead
dusted fingers
graze the earth
lament on the Breeze
carried away
for thousands of miles
finding dreams
sorrow sighs
where sleep resides
and life does lay
flowers weep
in their aromatic way
you beautiful you
the rat race is running
in circles , in squares
in confusion
back where it went
going nowhere
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Love is chaos

#forgiveness
#heartbroken
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Deep Sea
Our love is so deep that it needs scuba gear. It's like Romeo and Juliet compared to Shakespeare. It's so special that love is like the water you fall into. Drowning in a sea of desire that doesn't need rescue. Every single wave carries a story about our life. That we shall rust in shade, or shine in strife. Your touch has the power to resurrect like when Jesus rose. This feeling is like a river never ending as it flows. I'm your King and you're my queen like Atlantis. With a strong grip on each other like a praying mantis. See baby, I promise I will never let you go. I need you, I can't live...
#love
#meditation
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Bck Den
In the early 2000s, tings were pretty sweet.
Kids weren't cooped at home, stuck on their phone, they'd be playing in the street!
We were made of tougher stuff back then, back when I was a teen...
Play the PS2 and bun a zoot.. Yow I lived the dream!
With my Peter Andre undercut, I was quite the stud!
I would hit the town, linger around and act like quite a thug.
I always turnt up, I was the life of the party! They called me "Chink Floyd" because my mince pies were slanty.
I had a bike chain clipped to my jeans and always had my...
Kids weren't cooped at home, stuck on their phone, they'd be playing in the street!
We were made of tougher stuff back then, back when I was a teen...
Play the PS2 and bun a zoot.. Yow I lived the dream!
With my Peter Andre undercut, I was quite the stud!
I would hit the town, linger around and act like quite a thug.
I always turnt up, I was the life of the party! They called me "Chink Floyd" because my mince pies were slanty.
I had a bike chain clipped to my jeans and always had my...
#music
#freedom
#sports
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#ThrillSeeking
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My Cum is Organic, Drink me for Your Health

#men
#sex
#funny
#MentalHealth
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Perfume
lighting a flame
beneath the fragrance
that reminds me of you
favourite memory
lifting from its ghost place
In perfume droplets
smile settling
your desisive beautiful
the touch you left
somewhere in my conscience
waking every inhale
the day you hid yourself
In my heart valves
it stops at times
you're still there
catching my breath
reminding me
how together we were
until, that wet road
slow puncture
the tree, a wall
your death...
...
beneath the fragrance
that reminds me of you
favourite memory
lifting from its ghost place
In perfume droplets
smile settling
your desisive beautiful
the touch you left
somewhere in my conscience
waking every inhale
the day you hid yourself
In my heart valves
it stops at times
you're still there
catching my breath
reminding me
how together we were
until, that wet road
slow puncture
the tree, a wall
your death...
...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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My Niece and Her Coffee Date
So so afraid of love
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
Fearful of feeling
What that would mean
What would be the expectation
He just wanted coffee with you
Was that so hard
Her Uncle asked her
She pondered
Like always smiled and said
The coffee was good
Her uncle then asked about him
She looked up with a twinkle
We'll see ....
#coffee
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#dating
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Leave a Frigging Comment or Don’t Bother Leaving Anything
Listen up fuck bags
It’s that time of year again
No, not the fucking holidays
You’re supposed to be a writer
So write a comment
Just leaving an RL is not acceptable
Don’t tell me you’re too busy
Most of you live on here
Got it ?
Do it !
It’s that time of year again
No, not the fucking holidays
You’re supposed to be a writer
So write a comment
Just leaving an RL is not acceptable
Don’t tell me you’re too busy
Most of you live on here
Got it ?
Do it !
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#CallToAction
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Mighty Green Ranger
being a kid in the 90s
watching Tommy give the rangers the business
for five episodes straight
will forever be ingrained in my memories
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Thank you Jason David Frank
for making my childhood awesome
watching Tommy give the rangers the business
for five episodes straight
will forever be ingrained in my memories
-
Thank you Jason David Frank
for making my childhood awesome
#death
#MentalHealth
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Plagiarist
I feed on words like yours, and hers.
Unsated by the common truth
of my own heart, nor willing
to send even the cage
with its canary down,
I spice the stolen rhymes with sage
and play the canto clown.
Forgotten earthworm. Pity me.
I crawl across the bellies of
the unsuspecting dead,
looking for wet and pungent holes
with which to rape my way inside,
and claim a right to speak of souls.
Unsated by the common truth
of my own heart, nor willing
to send even the cage
with its canary down,
I spice the stolen rhymes with sage
and play the canto clown.
Forgotten earthworm. Pity me.
I crawl across the bellies of
the unsuspecting dead,
looking for wet and pungent holes
with which to rape my way inside,
and claim a right to speak of souls.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Shot By His Own Plagiarist Gun
vizmoz
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Ten Commandments of DUP
thou shalt not be a twat
for a twat is a person of great stupidity
thou shalt not be a troll
for a troll only lives to manipulate
thou shalt not be a prick
for a prick is full of nothing more than spite
thou shalt not be a bully
for a bully is someone who hides insecurities
thou shalt not be an ass
for an ass only talks shit with no explanation
thou shalt not be narcissistic
for you will forever be left playing with yourself
thou shalt not be a shit-starter
for that is a reflection of a...
for a twat is a person of great stupidity
thou shalt not be a troll
for a troll only lives to manipulate
thou shalt not be a prick
for a prick is full of nothing more than spite
thou shalt not be a bully
for a bully is someone who hides insecurities
thou shalt not be an ass
for an ass only talks shit with no explanation
thou shalt not be narcissistic
for you will forever be left playing with yourself
thou shalt not be a shit-starter
for that is a reflection of a...
#respect
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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DU Poetry : Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry Community