Poems About Deep Underground Poetry Seeking Friendly Advice
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
we are, you know...
we are more than poetry
more than our words
spread so elegantly...
...so carefully...
...across the page
consider them merely stains
...of tears
& bloodtrails...
showing the outline of our pain
but these sentiments are tempered
allowing only the briefest glimpse
miniscule peeks at the agony within
we are giants trapped inside thimbles
struggling & straining
...for more space
& these fragmented offerings shared
barely scratch the surface
of the vastness within
we are deeper...
more than our words
spread so elegantly...
...so carefully...
...across the page
consider them merely stains
...of tears
& bloodtrails...
showing the outline of our pain
but these sentiments are tempered
allowing only the briefest glimpse
miniscule peeks at the agony within
we are giants trapped inside thimbles
struggling & straining
...for more space
& these fragmented offerings shared
barely scratch the surface
of the vastness within
we are deeper...
#admiration
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#honesty
#respect
#WritingPoetry
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light cannot be restrained
watch how she moves
so graceful...
despite the pain
& it's a constant
always trying to force her into submission
yet she maintains her composure
knocking at each door
making sure voices are heard
then uncapping her own bottle
pouring ink in equal measure
her playful nature...
...& her agony
into concoctions & lyrical cocktails
alternating honesty with entertaining
wholly relatable
as we laugh at her word play
& lose coherent speech
when she bares herself
despite fear & awkward...
so graceful...
despite the pain
& it's a constant
always trying to force her into submission
yet she maintains her composure
knocking at each door
making sure voices are heard
then uncapping her own bottle
pouring ink in equal measure
her playful nature...
...& her agony
into concoctions & lyrical cocktails
alternating honesty with entertaining
wholly relatable
as we laugh at her word play
& lose coherent speech
when she bares herself
despite fear & awkward...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#honesty
#sister
#TruthOfLife
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unbeige ambassador
I don't know how he does it
the man is everywhere
I wouldn't be surprised
if he holds some kinda record
...most comments
I see his support on so many pages
he's the meet & greet master
helping folk settle in
looking out for the new guy
as irreverent as it comes at times
but a solid gold heart
the first to welcome this prodigal back
when I returned with hat in hand
checking in on me from time to time
I consider him an ambassador
our Deep Underground delegate
PoetSpeak keeps us on our toes
gives us...
the man is everywhere
I wouldn't be surprised
if he holds some kinda record
...most comments
I see his support on so many pages
he's the meet & greet master
helping folk settle in
looking out for the new guy
as irreverent as it comes at times
but a solid gold heart
the first to welcome this prodigal back
when I returned with hat in hand
checking in on me from time to time
I consider him an ambassador
our Deep Underground delegate
PoetSpeak keeps us on our toes
gives us...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#honesty #TruthOfLife
#honesty #TruthOfLife
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Brenda's boots
I doubt she knows
but she was the first...
welcoming me home
newest member
...of this dysfunctional family
there was a time...
when I stood in her shadow
in absolute awe...
how does one approach a blazing star
but she reached out
dragging me forward
...as is her way...
her accepting embrace all encompassing
& she had no idea how dear she became
simply by being...herself
flawed...tortured...pure...
breathtakingly beautiful
I've told her before how I picture her
black leather... ...
but she was the first...
welcoming me home
newest member
...of this dysfunctional family
there was a time...
when I stood in her shadow
in absolute awe...
how does one approach a blazing star
but she reached out
dragging me forward
...as is her way...
her accepting embrace all encompassing
& she had no idea how dear she became
simply by being...herself
flawed...tortured...pure...
breathtakingly beautiful
I've told her before how I picture her
black leather... ...
#admiration
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude #TruthOfLife
#gratitude #TruthOfLife
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drop kicking reality
they stalk his pages
waiting
for the next erotic drop
because he has a way...
but that's not what I watch
never has been
it's his blatant honesty
his foray into shadow
excavating the darkness
...inside
see what I'm saying?
it's so inspiring
we all have it
most just won't admit
...not him
he lays it out
plain & simple
sometimes brutally
& that...
that's what gets me
Naajir's not afraid to say it ugly
head slap of wake the fuck up
sometimes...
...that's exactly what it...
waiting
for the next erotic drop
because he has a way...
but that's not what I watch
never has been
it's his blatant honesty
his foray into shadow
excavating the darkness
...inside
see what I'm saying?
it's so inspiring
we all have it
most just won't admit
...not him
he lays it out
plain & simple
sometimes brutally
& that...
that's what gets me
Naajir's not afraid to say it ugly
head slap of wake the fuck up
sometimes...
...that's exactly what it...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#honesty #TruthOfLife
#honesty #TruthOfLife
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Wonderful You
You lift my spirits when I’m down
Your friendship means the world to me
You’re the light in the sky
The dark fantasies I don’t hide
You know what I desire
How to tame me
How to let me roam free
Your words captivate
You know just how to get my attention
How to let my mind play
And you live a world away
Our friendship will never see the light of day
Perhaps that’s why it works so well
You did what I could never imagine
You sent poem number one thousand today
Who does that?
The man who’s heart knows mine, that’s who...
Your friendship means the world to me
You’re the light in the sky
The dark fantasies I don’t hide
You know what I desire
How to tame me
How to let me roam free
Your words captivate
You know just how to get my attention
How to let my mind play
And you live a world away
Our friendship will never see the light of day
Perhaps that’s why it works so well
You did what I could never imagine
You sent poem number one thousand today
Who does that?
The man who’s heart knows mine, that’s who...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#friendship
#gratitude
#happiness
#PowerOfWords
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Leaving Behind...
I'll hold you high.
Above the clouds.
Embracing you.
Looking towards you.
I somehow see myself.
Drifting further.
I left it all with you.
Even if you don't understand.
Hate me if you want.
Because I'm leaving behind you.
All that's good within me
exists inside you.
Cause now I'm leaving behind,
Leaving behind you.
An unmarked grave,
a familiar tone in your heart.
Now you understand my struggle.
I was falling apart when I should have been.
Don't blame yourself.
I gave you all...
Above the clouds.
Embracing you.
Looking towards you.
I somehow see myself.
Drifting further.
I left it all with you.
Even if you don't understand.
Hate me if you want.
Because I'm leaving behind you.
All that's good within me
exists inside you.
Cause now I'm leaving behind,
Leaving behind you.
An unmarked grave,
a familiar tone in your heart.
Now you understand my struggle.
I was falling apart when I should have been.
Don't blame yourself.
I gave you all...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Liquid Medicine, My Fuel
Goddamn
I am fun
Rid of inhibitions
While staring at the sun
Each sip
Cleanses the inside
fills me
Full of fearless pride
Here lies
The true one
The ultimate being
Lover of life’s questions
Oh god
No god
Must’a been hallucinating,
From the green fairy
I was drinking
I am fun
Rid of inhibitions
While staring at the sun
Each sip
Cleanses the inside
fills me
Full of fearless pride
Here lies
The true one
The ultimate being
Lover of life’s questions
Oh god
No god
Must’a been hallucinating,
From the green fairy
I was drinking
#alcohol
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#happiness
#misunderstood
#passion
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Traits or characteristics
At what point does my trait become a disorder
My fleeting emotions become apathy
And all the little treats I savor become an addiction
Sweet whispers to the liquid love in my veins
When does becoming more monster and less man
Become a real problem.
My fleeting emotions become apathy
And all the little treats I savor become an addiction
Sweet whispers to the liquid love in my veins
When does becoming more monster and less man
Become a real problem.
#art
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#passion
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Regarding
Silence of the mind's rhythm attending
to prophet's nature of leaves falling
In vinyl dress recording poetic oxygen
dreaming in memories portmanteau
Regarding the metronome's pendulum
and the glue that binds the clues
to prophet's nature of leaves falling
In vinyl dress recording poetic oxygen
dreaming in memories portmanteau
Regarding the metronome's pendulum
and the glue that binds the clues
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Look to Nothing...
How many choose to remain oblivious
to the monsters lurking in the night?
Just how many remain the same
when faced with something they don't understand?
The night approaches.
Casting its veil.
The senseless appear.
Casting its veil.
It's only the wind.
Making noises so unnatural.
So unable to grasp the fact
horror is discreet to no one.
Not to me.
The footsteps are getting closer.
There are shadows at the corners of the eyes.
Whisper "Hello..."
It's the wind.
Silence,...
to the monsters lurking in the night?
Just how many remain the same
when faced with something they don't understand?
The night approaches.
Casting its veil.
The senseless appear.
Casting its veil.
It's only the wind.
Making noises so unnatural.
So unable to grasp the fact
horror is discreet to no one.
Not to me.
The footsteps are getting closer.
There are shadows at the corners of the eyes.
Whisper "Hello..."
It's the wind.
Silence,...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Day Poetry Died
she told me to never give up
that I was special
and I believed that shit
till she broke my heart
I was just a teenager
but I understood then
that people lie
and poetry lives
to die
so let’s take it back
even before that
my dad was a drunk
my mom was one cold bitch
it’s no exaggeration to say
I raised myself
I needed something to turn to
bled my first drops of ink
shared it with a friend
a man that has now passed
I saw it in his eyes
he was connected
I wonder when it all ended ...
that I was special
and I believed that shit
till she broke my heart
I was just a teenager
but I understood then
that people lie
and poetry lives
to die
so let’s take it back
even before that
my dad was a drunk
my mom was one cold bitch
it’s no exaggeration to say
I raised myself
I needed something to turn to
bled my first drops of ink
shared it with a friend
a man that has now passed
I saw it in his eyes
he was connected
I wonder when it all ended ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#depression
#WritingPoetry
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