Poems About Deep Underground Poetry Seeking Honest Critique
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
Magdalena
Spartalena
Spartalena
Poem Published
20th May 2024 7:42pm
20th May 2024 7:42pm
When perception has cataracts
silence
kept her company
hanging like a rock, from her bones
weighted in place
remembering his mask
of charm and stop-lights
out-of-gear, she clung to his game
swallowing his morning
deflecting his true face
in her self-destruction
in his self-satisfaction
she felt beautiful, in disillusion
her unsuspecting flesh satiated him
the sleep-tight kiss left it's stain
on her night pillow
a reminder of the infection he was
while she was off balance
she felt steady in his...
kept her company
hanging like a rock, from her bones
weighted in place
remembering his mask
of charm and stop-lights
out-of-gear, she clung to his game
swallowing his morning
deflecting his true face
in her self-destruction
in his self-satisfaction
she felt beautiful, in disillusion
her unsuspecting flesh satiated him
the sleep-tight kiss left it's stain
on her night pillow
a reminder of the infection he was
while she was off balance
she felt steady in his...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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2 Comments
Magdalena
Spartalena
Spartalena
Poem Published
19th May 2024 1:47am
19th May 2024 1:47am
Nine years later
writing, to a man that doesn't exist
he is perfect (perfection is a myth)
telling him of how
I have searched for him
through the centuries
that live in my head
trekking through debris
caught up in my cerebral cortex
he calls to silence,
to the place I linger, waiting
dusk, brushing my eyelids
soft as angel whispers
he grips the stars
pulling me closer to the sky
I don't know, if I'm still breathing
if I'm something else, in this moment
matter, of a different kind
I...
he is perfect (perfection is a myth)
telling him of how
I have searched for him
through the centuries
that live in my head
trekking through debris
caught up in my cerebral cortex
he calls to silence,
to the place I linger, waiting
dusk, brushing my eyelids
soft as angel whispers
he grips the stars
pulling me closer to the sky
I don't know, if I'm still breathing
if I'm something else, in this moment
matter, of a different kind
I...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
255 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 11:33am
3rd May 2024 11:33am
Now it's written
The poem unwritten
Has ideas and thoughts,
but no words
A masterpiece kept hidden
this one's for the birds
The poem unwritten
Has ideas and thoughts,
but no words
A masterpiece kept hidden
this one's for the birds
The poem unwritten
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#rhyming #satirical
#rhyming #satirical
167 reads
6 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
15th Apr 2024 7:46pm
Experience me for I have become
I was drawn in by the way the words seemed to dance around a page.
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
Vivid images,
described in such a way as to communicate an experience that can really
only be perceived by the one experiencing it.
Yet there is something inside us,
something that makes us human,
that cries out
"Know me."
"See me."
"Experience what I have experienced."
It is that same desire that pushes us to carve our names into trees, walls, even bathroom stalls.
All we ever want,
as humans,
as...
#WritingPoetry
#learning
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
135 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 11:50am
1st Feb 2024 11:50am
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
144 reads
12 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
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 through 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 through 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
446 reads
5 Comments
LongTubiFree
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 5:02pm
30th Oct 2023 5:02pm
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
141 reads
5 Comments
Shawnna_2000
Poem Published
25th Sep 2023 00:37am
25th Sep 2023 00:37am
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
206 reads
4 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
29th Aug 2023 11:53pm
29th Aug 2023 11:53pm
God(b)less
Precious life
Restless strife
The right in what is wrong
Resentful days
Repentful ways
The knife cuts into song
To break a chord
To take accord
Recording what may last
Before too long
Chord of the song
Rings out from the past
Here is where we shall dance-
Raising glass of stale bourbon
For fear of what may pass-
The die is cast in my burden
Shadow cast of vermin
Hourglass of woman
Serpent dance in sermon
The right cuts into wrong
Justice slithers on it's...
Restless strife
The right in what is wrong
Resentful days
Repentful ways
The knife cuts into song
To break a chord
To take accord
Recording what may last
Before too long
Chord of the song
Rings out from the past
Here is where we shall dance-
Raising glass of stale bourbon
For fear of what may pass-
The die is cast in my burden
Shadow cast of vermin
Hourglass of woman
Serpent dance in sermon
The right cuts into wrong
Justice slithers on it's...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
160 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
26th Apr 2023 7:29pm
26th Apr 2023 7:29pm
In Disguise when in fact ....
Today
I'd write about you
In disguise when in fact
Everyone knows it's you
They either stay silent and burn
Or wish they were me
Either way I win
I'd write about you
In disguise when in fact
Everyone knows it's you
They either stay silent and burn
Or wish they were me
Either way I win
#secrets
#WritingPoetry
#art
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#success
294 reads
23 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
19th Apr 2023 5:41pm
19th Apr 2023 5:41pm
All I Want to Do
Drink
Paint
Fuck
Write dirty poems
Any questions ?
Paint
Fuck
Write dirty poems
Any questions ?
#sex
#alcohol
#WritingPoetry
#art
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
401 reads
34 Comments
mcjay
Poem Published
31st Mar 2023 11:11pm
31st Mar 2023 11:11pm
Finding Beauty in Chaos
The city streets are alive
With the sounds of people and cars
A symphony of movement and noise
A constant ebb and flow
The buildings tower overhead
A testament to human ambition
Reaching towards the sky
A marvel of engineering
But amidst this concrete jungle
Nature still finds a way
A tree growing from a crack in the sidewalk
A flower blooming in a neglected corner
And as I walk these busy streets
I am reminded of the beauty
That can be found in the chaos
The magic that can be unearthed
For...
With the sounds of people and cars
A symphony of movement and noise
A constant ebb and flow
The buildings tower overhead
A testament to human ambition
Reaching towards the sky
A marvel of engineering
But amidst this concrete jungle
Nature still finds a way
A tree growing from a crack in the sidewalk
A flower blooming in a neglected corner
And as I walk these busy streets
I am reminded of the beauty
That can be found in the chaos
The magic that can be unearthed
For...
#home
#uplifting
#philosophical #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#philosophical #DeepUndergroundPoetry
276 reads
4 Comments
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