Poems About Deep Underground Poetry Seeking Honest Critique
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
Pete
dear Pete I'm writing you these lines cause I've been there before
stuck with a line and no more
sometimes I shoot down all of my ideas
as being insuffient my muse corrupt
no one wil relate to this better shut up
and I did for a very long time
my rhymes shattered my confindence gone
insidious need, I have to create
then a voice told me just write
no matter the subject matter
even if you think its kooky
then I found the ones I liked least
were the ones best recieved
they were the poems I bare my soul
honestyly...
stuck with a line and no more
sometimes I shoot down all of my ideas
as being insuffient my muse corrupt
no one wil relate to this better shut up
and I did for a very long time
my rhymes shattered my confindence gone
insidious need, I have to create
then a voice told me just write
no matter the subject matter
even if you think its kooky
then I found the ones I liked least
were the ones best recieved
they were the poems I bare my soul
honestyly...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritersBlock
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4 Comments
stream of one
I left my body
Before my body left me
Another simple token
Of my complacency
No jokes written
No lines rehearsed
Just another simpleton
Playing with a curse
Filled up my pockets
With utter disdain
Writing about how
Y’all drive me insane
No practice given
No time to rehearse
Just another simpleton
Playing with a curse
Before my body left me
Another simple token
Of my complacency
No jokes written
No lines rehearsed
Just another simpleton
Playing with a curse
Filled up my pockets
With utter disdain
Writing about how
Y’all drive me insane
No practice given
No time to rehearse
Just another simpleton
Playing with a curse
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#escape
#LifeAsAWriter
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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Keith (Vision_of_insanity)
Not afraid to cut people with his ink
Often saying the quiet part out loud
Throwing barbs from the kitchen sink
He knows how to provoke the proud
Underneath the darkness there is light
Hidden in metaphor or lurking in humor
Doesn’t pull punches or throw the fight
A warning to the fainthearted consumer
Sticks and stones often break bones
While words bring out honest results
So put down the fucking smartphones
He’s taking down cults and weak adults
His visions are packed full of insanity
It’s just the world as...
Often saying the quiet part out loud
Throwing barbs from the kitchen sink
He knows how to provoke the proud
Underneath the darkness there is light
Hidden in metaphor or lurking in humor
Doesn’t pull punches or throw the fight
A warning to the fainthearted consumer
Sticks and stones often break bones
While words bring out honest results
So put down the fucking smartphones
He’s taking down cults and weak adults
His visions are packed full of insanity
It’s just the world as...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#friendship
#gratitude #LifeAsAWriter
#gratitude #LifeAsAWriter
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19 Comments
A walk in the woods
As I walk in the forest of my mind
I feel the breeze sending shivers to the core
The smell of flowers not yet picked
Like potential never known
The path ahead is worn and familiar
I’ve been down this road before.
Dying trees all around
dreams that will never be known
Sinister Shadows in the distance
Like thoughts I dare not go
Paths not taken grown over with brush
Places I dare not go
I think to myself
Is this the time I go?
The fear of the unknown
shakes me to the core
I continue down the path well known...
I feel the breeze sending shivers to the core
The smell of flowers not yet picked
Like potential never known
The path ahead is worn and familiar
I’ve been down this road before.
Dying trees all around
dreams that will never be known
Sinister Shadows in the distance
Like thoughts I dare not go
Paths not taken grown over with brush
Places I dare not go
I think to myself
Is this the time I go?
The fear of the unknown
shakes me to the core
I continue down the path well known...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#SelfReflection
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3 Comments
Thanksgiving At DeadLove Manor
Hello, my brothers and sisters who occupy this creative writing atmosphere. Where the poets/poetesses are known for their hospitality here at DU. Cast your mind with me, folks. I’m gonna try something a little different, you’re all invited to Thanksgiving Dinner here at DeadLove Manor.
A turkey with all the trimmings and every side dish your mind could imagine. A dessert table filled with pies of many fillings and flavors. Wait a minute! That’s traditional and all, but we’re writers damn it. We march to our own drum, we’re anything but predictable.
I say we...
A turkey with all the trimmings and every side dish your mind could imagine. A dessert table filled with pies of many fillings and flavors. Wait a minute! That’s traditional and all, but we’re writers damn it. We march to our own drum, we’re anything but predictable.
I say we...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#family
#funny #parody
#funny #parody
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30 Comments
A writer's heartache
I only wanna go
where no one's ever been
create something new
to call my own!
Give me
someone who understands my vision
flowing through me like a drug
Different stimulation
brings out
true creation
When I try to find it
some understand my views
but to most, it fails miserably
I will never set boundaries
If it connects, then great!
Usually it's a lonely, addicted frustration
Will you find me?
I'll never understand
why nobody sees my perspective
I will stand my...
where no one's ever been
create something new
to call my own!
Give me
someone who understands my vision
flowing through me like a drug
Different stimulation
brings out
true creation
When I try to find it
some understand my views
but to most, it fails miserably
I will never set boundaries
If it connects, then great!
Usually it's a lonely, addicted frustration
Will you find me?
I'll never understand
why nobody sees my perspective
I will stand my...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfWorth
109 reads
8 Comments
Book of Me
Book of Me
I write a book of songs
But I’m writing a song
Wordy too early in the morning
How about shut up and let your words walk
Pearls of a hit all I have to do is
Let my words breathe and reflect me
Instead of stepping on my creativity
Allow thoughts to step in between
I write a book of songs but all I need is
Something concise and real pretty
Now we’re on Jimmy Kimmel hope I don’t
Fuck up on live Tv , but I can fake it real good
So now I’m in...
I write a book of songs
But I’m writing a song
Wordy too early in the morning
How about shut up and let your words walk
Pearls of a hit all I have to do is
Let my words breathe and reflect me
Instead of stepping on my creativity
Allow thoughts to step in between
I write a book of songs but all I need is
Something concise and real pretty
Now we’re on Jimmy Kimmel hope I don’t
Fuck up on live Tv , but I can fake it real good
So now I’m in...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#inspirational
#lyrics
#music
#passion
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0 Comments
Depth is Deep
Depth is deep
Depth is so deep
In the black water of my soul
Fathoming searching
Come up for air
Hold my breath
Deep in the black water of my soul
Bubbles reach the surface
My soul is underwater
Try to catch my breath
In the black water of my soul
Fight the demons
That hold me under
There is a kink in the
Black water of my soul
Forces pulling me under
In the black water of my soul
Spirit wants to break free
From the black water of my soul
...
Depth is so deep
In the black water of my soul
Fathoming searching
Come up for air
Hold my breath
Deep in the black water of my soul
Bubbles reach the surface
My soul is underwater
Try to catch my breath
In the black water of my soul
Fight the demons
That hold me under
There is a kink in the
Black water of my soul
Forces pulling me under
In the black water of my soul
Spirit wants to break free
From the black water of my soul
...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#mirror
#spiritual #water
#spiritual #water
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Feeling It
Your feeling it
Let it flow
Don’t think about it
Let it go
Keep it simple and true
Don’t complicate it
Or pick at scabs
Let the healing begin on the tip of my pen
I’m feeling it it feels so good
Like my soul has taken a shower
My armpit smells like basketball
But my iron is hot
Like a blacksmith
Pounding em out
Soul on metal feels real good
Every nerve dances and pulsates
Tingles down my legs
I can’t carry a tune
But I can create one
Sing it...
Let it flow
Don’t think about it
Let it go
Keep it simple and true
Don’t complicate it
Or pick at scabs
Let the healing begin on the tip of my pen
I’m feeling it it feels so good
Like my soul has taken a shower
My armpit smells like basketball
But my iron is hot
Like a blacksmith
Pounding em out
Soul on metal feels real good
Every nerve dances and pulsates
Tingles down my legs
I can’t carry a tune
But I can create one
Sing it...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #music
#LifeAsAWriter #music
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COUNTERWEIGHT OFF THE TAIL ME BOYS (Fri., 10-11-2024; Palm Springs, California)
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
just counterweight
off
the tail
or in other
words
to put it
more simply
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
counterweight
off
the
t
a
i
l
for i m afraid
there may not be
much
left of me
afterwards
here tonight
beyond
the resonant echo s
widely spreading...
off
the tail
me boys
just counterweight
off
the tail
or in other
words
to put it
more simply
just counterweight
off
the tail
me boys
counterweight
off
the
t
a
i
l
for i m afraid
there may not be
much
left of me
afterwards
here tonight
beyond
the resonant echo s
widely spreading...
#courage
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#heroic
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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MY FEEBLE PEN'S UNCERTAIN, ATTEMPTED RETURN (5:25pm, 10-7-2024; at KOFFI North, Palm Springs, California)
pausing here
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#WritersBlock
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0 Comments
Around the Corner
Inspiration is around the corner
Before you know it’s upon you
Lifts your spirit up and
Digs into your creativity
Could be an old song you heard on the radio
A line that resonates within you
So you create something new from something old
You can find your spirit in the weirdest places
Could come onto you at the supermarket
Creative spirits live in us
Between your ears or in your heart
You can find something anywhere anytime anyhow
Perk your ears up to the life that swirls around you ...
Before you know it’s upon you
Lifts your spirit up and
Digs into your creativity
Could be an old song you heard on the radio
A line that resonates within you
So you create something new from something old
You can find your spirit in the weirdest places
Could come onto you at the supermarket
Creative spirits live in us
Between your ears or in your heart
You can find something anywhere anytime anyhow
Perk your ears up to the life that swirls around you ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#inspirational
#music #WritingPoetry
#music #WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
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