Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry Community
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Nine Hundred Days, it’s Meaningful
Ya’ll are pretty much
Stuck with me
At this point
I’ve never stuck
With anything
Worthwhile
For nine hundred days
You welcomed me
With open arms
Watched me stumble
Learn to soar
Then crash and burn
(a few times)
Hell, you waited
Patiently
While I tried to
Snuff out my life
Held my hand
As I shed
My skin through
Withdrawal
...
Stuck with me
At this point
I’ve never stuck
With anything
Worthwhile
For nine hundred days
You welcomed me
With open arms
Watched me stumble
Learn to soar
Then crash and burn
(a few times)
Hell, you waited
Patiently
While I tried to
Snuff out my life
Held my hand
As I shed
My skin through
Withdrawal
...
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #PersonalGrowth
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #PersonalGrowth
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Crossed the Line
hung up on a colors
because you’re too busy with semantics
can’t see the similarities
it’s the lies that feed the air ways
if all we need is confirmation
well that’s not hard to find
you can find it in the movies
music, and 24/7 on the news
search the internet
find all the pandering you could ever want
and I guess what I want to say
is if you really want to kill your brother
how about thinking about the peace
the wonders you’ll be missing
propaganda has gotten out...
because you’re too busy with semantics
can’t see the similarities
it’s the lies that feed the air ways
if all we need is confirmation
well that’s not hard to find
you can find it in the movies
music, and 24/7 on the news
search the internet
find all the pandering you could ever want
and I guess what I want to say
is if you really want to kill your brother
how about thinking about the peace
the wonders you’ll be missing
propaganda has gotten out...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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1 Comment
White Bird...
The ash will crumble from a delicate touch.
A fragile memory fading into the whispers of time.
I walk alone in a harsh world.
Yet each step I take echoes with resilience.
My shattered spirit is held together.
By threads of hope, woven from love.
Still my shattered spirit struggles to remain intact.
Every fracture.
I don't know the way.
The road is beginning to disappear.
In the heart of uncertainty, let courage be your compass.
The pain we felt as we let go.
Echoes in the silence, as endings and beginnings intertwined. ...
A fragile memory fading into the whispers of time.
I walk alone in a harsh world.
Yet each step I take echoes with resilience.
My shattered spirit is held together.
By threads of hope, woven from love.
Still my shattered spirit struggles to remain intact.
Every fracture.
I don't know the way.
The road is beginning to disappear.
In the heart of uncertainty, let courage be your compass.
The pain we felt as we let go.
Echoes in the silence, as endings and beginnings intertwined. ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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3 Comments
Job
As I sit here, fingers rest on the keyboard, daydreaming.
My job is a job, not a career but it gives me what I want
It has it's pro's and con's
I work from home in a spare room I called my place of safety
Since 2020 this is where I reside
The room was my retreat, my sanctum
Engrossed in books, music & movies
Now job aids, spreadsheets and other dull work materials stepped in
It interferes with my interests
It suffocates my escape
Work is home and home is work
A terrible concept but it’s the truth
Gone were the days of interacting...
My job is a job, not a career but it gives me what I want
It has it's pro's and con's
I work from home in a spare room I called my place of safety
Since 2020 this is where I reside
The room was my retreat, my sanctum
Engrossed in books, music & movies
Now job aids, spreadsheets and other dull work materials stepped in
It interferes with my interests
It suffocates my escape
Work is home and home is work
A terrible concept but it’s the truth
Gone were the days of interacting...
#loneliness
#home
#boredom #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#boredom #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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12 Comments
Memory Lane
It’s taken days
But it really doesn’t matter
I’m addicted
I’d do it all over again
Until my eyeballs fall out of my skull
Until my brain numbs
I read every single one of my favorites
The comments
The responses
Everything
The talent residing there is astounding
Went all the way back to my first RL
And happened to find
The very first poet who commented on my first post
His poem is outstanding
As is he
Over the twenty eight months I’ve been here
He has shared himself ...
But it really doesn’t matter
I’m addicted
I’d do it all over again
Until my eyeballs fall out of my skull
Until my brain numbs
I read every single one of my favorites
The comments
The responses
Everything
The talent residing there is astounding
Went all the way back to my first RL
And happened to find
The very first poet who commented on my first post
His poem is outstanding
As is he
Over the twenty eight months I’ve been here
He has shared himself ...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#SelfReflection #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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23 Comments
You’re Not Going to Learn Anything Here
Twenty eight months ago
That’s what he said to me
Chased me right right out of here
Three weeks after my arrival
New to this world of poetry
I sought advice
Soaked up words of wisdom
From poets of every genre
Took sage words to heart
Wrote furiously
He picked apart my poem mercilessly
Every single line
Then directed me off site
Told me to learn elsewhere
When I asked for advice
DUP is a vanity site
His exact words
My confidence shattered, I left ...
That’s what he said to me
Chased me right right out of here
Three weeks after my arrival
New to this world of poetry
I sought advice
Soaked up words of wisdom
From poets of every genre
Took sage words to heart
Wrote furiously
He picked apart my poem mercilessly
Every single line
Then directed me off site
Told me to learn elsewhere
When I asked for advice
DUP is a vanity site
His exact words
My confidence shattered, I left ...
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#PersonalGrowth
166 reads
26 Comments
Just in...
Hey Justin, how are you doing?
I hope this reaches through.
Arriving just in time.
I miss you so much.
Remember when we laughed?
Remember all we lost?
Just in case I do.
Hey Justin, please don't go.
There's so much left to do.
I know it's a selfish request, but I don't care.
The many voices cried.
So many hands reached out.
I'm never too far...
I hope this reaches through.
Arriving just in time.
I miss you so much.
Remember when we laughed?
Remember all we lost?
Just in case I do.
Hey Justin, please don't go.
There's so much left to do.
I know it's a selfish request, but I don't care.
The many voices cried.
So many hands reached out.
I'm never too far...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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3 Comments
Pockets full of posies
Ashes to Ashes
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read rhrough my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
We all fall down
The roses was red and the violets were blue
Now the roses are dead And the violets are too
My soul can be read rhrough my true eyes of blue
To see my spirit bleeds through blue too
With a heart broken in two
Tell one little white lie and all your truths turn to dust
With your word shadowed by doubt
All your words turn to rust
Its a must you figure out
Words return as tables turn and trust will bust by our own lust
Verily Verily stop and smell the roses
Life...
#drugs
#WritersBlock
#addiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NewYear
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2 Comments
A thousand
A thousand fights in my head
a thousand demons wanting me dead.
With no friend in sight,
there's no choice but to stand and fight.
A thousand different places I could be,
a thousand lands I should see
but instead I choose to be
here, flirting with catastrophe.
A thousand oceans to cover
a thousand women to call my lover
there's no place like home they say
but still I can't seem to find my way.
A thousand ways to die in this mess
a thousand different ways to feel the stress.
Everyone needs someone to call...
a thousand demons wanting me dead.
With no friend in sight,
there's no choice but to stand and fight.
A thousand different places I could be,
a thousand lands I should see
but instead I choose to be
here, flirting with catastrophe.
A thousand oceans to cover
a thousand women to call my lover
there's no place like home they say
but still I can't seem to find my way.
A thousand ways to die in this mess
a thousand different ways to feel the stress.
Everyone needs someone to call...
#humankind
#philosophical
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
91 reads
5 Comments
Waterboarded
Each time I glimpse my ex's face, I choke,
Like a man waterboarded, a voice hoarse, broke,
Suffocating in emotions that I provoke,
With each encounter, my heart's last spoke.
In this watery abyss, where we collide,
It's like I'm sinking, no escape, no guide,
Gasping for air, like a man denied,
I'm waterboarded, drowning, no place to hide.
"Help me, help me, help me," I silently plea,
Somebody, anyone, set my heart free,
In these turbulent waters, she's my endless sea,
As I watch her with another, it's not meant to...
Like a man waterboarded, a voice hoarse, broke,
Suffocating in emotions that I provoke,
With each encounter, my heart's last spoke.
In this watery abyss, where we collide,
It's like I'm sinking, no escape, no guide,
Gasping for air, like a man denied,
I'm waterboarded, drowning, no place to hide.
"Help me, help me, help me," I silently plea,
Somebody, anyone, set my heart free,
In these turbulent waters, she's my endless sea,
As I watch her with another, it's not meant to...
#love
#breakup
#conflict
#water
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
105 reads
Artistry's magic, a world to behold
In strokes of color, stories untold,
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.
Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.
In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.
A testament to human...
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.
Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.
In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.
A testament to human...
#art
#passion
#reading
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#ThrillSeeking
131 reads
4 Comments
I Air Guitared A Baby (It's not as bad as it sounds)
#music
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
83 reads
0 Comments
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