Poems About Deep Underground Poetry Seeking Friendly Advice
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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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Crumble Down...
How would I've known it'd make me sad?
I noticed no signs; am I so blind?
A figment of imagination.
Out of mind.
Never there.
Never stopped.
How would I've known?
How would I've known it'd make me sad?
We noticed no signs;
We noticed no signs; are we so blind?
Should I have known?
How would I've known this mistake?
I noticed no signs.
The walls around me begin to crumble down...
I noticed no signs; am I so blind?
A figment of imagination.
Out of mind.
Never there.
Never stopped.
How would I've known?
How would I've known it'd make me sad?
We noticed no signs;
We noticed no signs; are we so blind?
Should I have known?
How would I've known this mistake?
I noticed no signs.
The walls around me begin to crumble down...
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random musings...echo
beyond clouds
experience
Heaven's
vibrations
Remember
sojourning spirits
Fingerprinting
infinite variations
Plucking string theories
Make
chances
change..
through spells..
Truth hammers the continuum
language awaits..
Hidden
think.. flow
translate into scripture
distant ..
movement
...
experience
Heaven's
vibrations
Remember
sojourning spirits
Fingerprinting
infinite variations
Plucking string theories
Make
chances
change..
through spells..
Truth hammers the continuum
language awaits..
Hidden
think.. flow
translate into scripture
distant ..
movement
...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
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A Martyr...
You asked nothing but gold.
Now you insist on taking
what's no longer there.
I've never resisted up to this point.
How can I look myself in the mirror tonight?
To better days, I've never known.
On the verge of losing what's important to me,
is it enough to make me fall back in line?
I'm done giving it up.
Risk it all, not for me.
Risk it all, a martyr.
Still you took nothing but gold.
Now the price I'm forced to pay
it's worse than I thought.
I want to stand firm but I'm shaking at the...
Now you insist on taking
what's no longer there.
I've never resisted up to this point.
How can I look myself in the mirror tonight?
To better days, I've never known.
On the verge of losing what's important to me,
is it enough to make me fall back in line?
I'm done giving it up.
Risk it all, not for me.
Risk it all, a martyr.
Still you took nothing but gold.
Now the price I'm forced to pay
it's worse than I thought.
I want to stand firm but I'm shaking at the...
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Another Prayer...
In moments of clarity, I recall your words.
The promises of love, forgiveness, and eternal light.
Yet here I am, wandering through the shadows.
Questioning if I ever truly belonged to the flock.
Did my sins outweigh my faith?
Did my mistakes end up sealing my fate?
I long for a sign, a whisper, a touch.
To know I'm not forsaken.
That I've not lost your love.
The silence is deafening, a void I cannot fill.
Each prayer feels unanswered.
Each plea left unheard.
While I stand at the crossroads, between hope and despair. ...
The promises of love, forgiveness, and eternal light.
Yet here I am, wandering through the shadows.
Questioning if I ever truly belonged to the flock.
Did my sins outweigh my faith?
Did my mistakes end up sealing my fate?
I long for a sign, a whisper, a touch.
To know I'm not forsaken.
That I've not lost your love.
The silence is deafening, a void I cannot fill.
Each prayer feels unanswered.
Each plea left unheard.
While I stand at the crossroads, between hope and despair. ...
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Major Depressive
Depression waits
Around the corner
Lurking in the dark unknown
Depression weights
Deep in my soul
Clawing when I’m all alone
When did the moon
Get so heavy
A burden of light and hope
Why does the moon
Cut me so
A crescent razor to cope
It may take years
To face my fears
And overcome this plight
The end isn’t near
But my eyes are clear
And I’ll never give up the fight
Around the corner
Lurking in the dark unknown
Depression weights
Deep in my soul
Clawing when I’m all alone
When did the moon
Get so heavy
A burden of light and hope
Why does the moon
Cut me so
A crescent razor to cope
It may take years
To face my fears
And overcome this plight
The end isn’t near
But my eyes are clear
And I’ll never give up the fight
#depression
#hope
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Why I Write
People write because no one listens
But see words on paper how they glisten
The comfort of the pen in my hand
Helps me write to better understand
The chaos I keep locked inside
The darkness in my mind’s eye
Writing is an emotional journey for me
Peering behind veils so that I may see
There is more to me than just my darkness
Bright seething truths I find and confess
But truly past all of that mess
Are the dear connections that we get
From others in the deep underground
Treasured friendships...
But see words on paper how they glisten
The comfort of the pen in my hand
Helps me write to better understand
The chaos I keep locked inside
The darkness in my mind’s eye
Writing is an emotional journey for me
Peering behind veils so that I may see
There is more to me than just my darkness
Bright seething truths I find and confess
But truly past all of that mess
Are the dear connections that we get
From others in the deep underground
Treasured friendships...
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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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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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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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...
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I Air Guitared A Baby (It's not as bad as it sounds)
#music
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
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Well...
The weight's clinging onto me.
Dragging me further past the point I'd lose myself.
Listen closely for screaming in the night.
Those echoes get swallowed by darkness.
This weight.
Burdens, grudges.
I lose sight of the appeal.
I lost what I thought would make me feel better.
It's not how I pictured it'd be.
You step away from reality.
When is the time right?
When is the time to accept?
Watch the walls close in around you.
Feel the breath escape from your grasp.
All alone, trapped within a bottle.
You refuse...
Dragging me further past the point I'd lose myself.
Listen closely for screaming in the night.
Those echoes get swallowed by darkness.
This weight.
Burdens, grudges.
I lose sight of the appeal.
I lost what I thought would make me feel better.
It's not how I pictured it'd be.
You step away from reality.
When is the time right?
When is the time to accept?
Watch the walls close in around you.
Feel the breath escape from your grasp.
All alone, trapped within a bottle.
You refuse...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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