Poems About Deep Underground Poetry Seeking Honest Critique
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
MrDunnePoetry
Poem Published
15th Jul 2022 7:52pm
15th Jul 2022 7:52pm
Marshall Mathers the Masonic Muppet
Marshall Mathers the Masonic Muppet"
This Master Mason, aka Marshall Mathers/
Is a Masonic Muppet, like most of these rappers
His handler's the Doctor, and does what he's told/
By misleading the youth, whilst selling his soul
From being a rebel in rap, to clearly controlled/
Like his level in rap, could stop him being exposed
All he is has been moulded, like the Cold Wind Blows/
So remember I foretold it, when his Curtains a Close
I believe Proof was the sacrifice, for Marshall's Revival/
And being Marshall's a Satanist, he does not like...
This Master Mason, aka Marshall Mathers/
Is a Masonic Muppet, like most of these rappers
His handler's the Doctor, and does what he's told/
By misleading the youth, whilst selling his soul
From being a rebel in rap, to clearly controlled/
Like his level in rap, could stop him being exposed
All he is has been moulded, like the Cold Wind Blows/
So remember I foretold it, when his Curtains a Close
I believe Proof was the sacrifice, for Marshall's Revival/
And being Marshall's a Satanist, he does not like...
#evil
#music
#LifeAsAWriter
#rap
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
665 reads
2 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
7th Jul 2022 5:24am
To The Bonez sToned aNd Sticking witH it
Stone to the bone in the rhyme zone Outshone by the cyclone to the well-known from the unknown
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
Bricks and stones can be made into a home
But words can huff and puff until it's blown
Bones will heal from sticks wielded and stones thrown
But words can hurt for a lifetime
Sticks and stones have come and gone
But angry words leave scars unbeknownst
Better bring a big rock and swing a mighty thick stick
If you got the stones to start a conflict
Be very careful with each and every word you pick
Sticks from a tree may hurt me...
#bullying
#PowerOfWords
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#respect #DeepUndergroundPoetry
566 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Jul 2022 8:15pm
1st Jul 2022 8:15pm
A Voice Writing our Story
There's a kinetic energy
Between lovers
It's unspoken
It floats in aura
Supreme and unflinching
Bold but telling
There are things
I want to say them to you
But can't, so I write these poems
I'm around you on every corner
In your rear view mirror
A voice writing our story
Between lovers
It's unspoken
It floats in aura
Supreme and unflinching
Bold but telling
There are things
I want to say them to you
But can't, so I write these poems
I'm around you on every corner
In your rear view mirror
A voice writing our story
#relationships
#confessional
#lover
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
715 reads
30 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 8:30pm
30th Jun 2022 8:30pm
I don't write poems (with Reading)
I don't write poetry ...
They spell Me,
They lead me to themselves,
They are my teachers ...
Obediently lying down under my mind,
They carry words from somewhere ...
And I take off like a bird every time,
not afraid to fall. ..
Listening to the azure silence,
I lose myself somewhere in it
And I find in myself
That heaven or hell which lay in my soul,
That gave itself to me
And gave those words -
They are like raindrops
From the heart falling on the leaf.,.
Drawing the world,
Love and hate, darkness and...
They spell Me,
They lead me to themselves,
They are my teachers ...
Obediently lying down under my mind,
They carry words from somewhere ...
And I take off like a bird every time,
not afraid to fall. ..
Listening to the azure silence,
I lose myself somewhere in it
And I find in myself
That heaven or hell which lay in my soul,
That gave itself to me
And gave those words -
They are like raindrops
From the heart falling on the leaf.,.
Drawing the world,
Love and hate, darkness and...
#WritingPoetry
#support
#admiration
#respect
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
1104 reads
64 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
18th Jun 2022 7:22pm
18th Jun 2022 7:22pm
For My Soul U Keep
#love
#funny
#patience #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#patience #DeepUndergroundPoetry
298 reads
0 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 8:07am
30th Apr 2022 8:07am
That Day Barbie Walked Into Wacken
hold onto your knickers, this may roar
Some things are underground for a reason
Much mush
pretty make up
and half dressed
mannequins
have throughout history
tried to turn
the hardest
of the underground movements
into pretty-tinsel-laced
e v e r y d a y
environments
It makes
as much fucking sense as
Michael Jackson
being headmaster
of kindergarten
So while you read this
thinking
"yes but" ...
Some things are underground for a reason
Much mush
pretty make up
and half dressed
mannequins
have throughout history
tried to turn
the hardest
of the underground movements
into pretty-tinsel-laced
e v e r y d a y
environments
It makes
as much fucking sense as
Michael Jackson
being headmaster
of kindergarten
So while you read this
thinking
"yes but" ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#metaphor
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
567 reads
6 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 9:19am
29th Apr 2022 9:19am
A Youngster Asked For Poetry Advice
put pen to paper
strip the ego
breathe
intended words
slipping emotions
with devotion
writing
is a personal moment
time for self reflection
to gift your voice
of reason
if you do it often enough
the air in your lungs
exhale "lines"
while blood is pumping
metaphors
you'll find yourself
personifying doors
editing
is like the sun ...
strip the ego
breathe
intended words
slipping emotions
with devotion
writing
is a personal moment
time for self reflection
to gift your voice
of reason
if you do it often enough
the air in your lungs
exhale "lines"
while blood is pumping
metaphors
you'll find yourself
personifying doors
editing
is like the sun ...
#motivational
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#reading
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
455 reads
12 Comments
Magdalena
Spartalena
Spartalena
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 8:43pm
22nd Apr 2022 8:43pm
it was something about the way you held yourself (an oldie)
remembering the stuff you said
it mentioned fucking something to feel alive
there was a void, a place of imploding ribs
an echo of desire all more than breath
more than air
more simplistic and classy
than I find myself
maybe you were a place of dreams
that wandered too far
we are imaginations' favourite network
I miss your powerful impression
[do you know how rare it is for me to admit that?]
you stop by at times, but only quietly
we die beyond the lens
while living for what...
it mentioned fucking something to feel alive
there was a void, a place of imploding ribs
an echo of desire all more than breath
more than air
more simplistic and classy
than I find myself
maybe you were a place of dreams
that wandered too far
we are imaginations' favourite network
I miss your powerful impression
[do you know how rare it is for me to admit that?]
you stop by at times, but only quietly
we die beyond the lens
while living for what...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
825 reads
13 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 3:56pm
11th Apr 2022 3:56pm
Desired Gay Love Of His To Be
She steps asamba asalsa
Aramba asteps
She does ah swivel
Awetly this awetly betch like me
Would be to this
Male worthy of the nibble
Even the laughs and yes
Of the giggles
We do ah laughters
The chats of aconversae
Of our own
Ah hearts of the ah matters
So I run and I
Hide amongst them
My desire of be
But will reveal how I
Desire of him too
To ah swim in my sea
Aramba asteps
She does ah swivel
Awetly this awetly betch like me
Would be to this
Male worthy of the nibble
Even the laughs and yes
Of the giggles
We do ah laughters
The chats of aconversae
Of our own
Ah hearts of the ah matters
So I run and I
Hide amongst them
My desire of be
But will reveal how I
Desire of him too
To ah swim in my sea
#dark
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#ForbiddenLove #DeepUndergroundPoetry
181 reads
0 Comments
MrDunnePoetry
Poem Published
7th Mar 2022 2:32pm
7th Mar 2022 2:32pm
Britain, US and Russia
#soldiers
#war
#WritingPoetry
#rap
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
299 reads
0 Comments
Poetrys-Not-Dead
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2022 12:12pm
3rd Feb 2022 12:12pm
"Thinking For Ourselves "
Can an original idea exist,
In this lifeless set of systems,
That only endlessly modify,
Ancient algorithms,
Plots so predictable,
Where the variables in place,
Never see any change,
The twists or turns of every puzzle,
Seem but merely rearranged,
For what thought that should reside,
Somewhere outside the norm,
Will lack this necessary merit,
To grow enough to transform,
Into an idea worthy of challenging the equations that we trust,
The same systematic processes that have always worked for us,
But if...
In this lifeless set of systems,
That only endlessly modify,
Ancient algorithms,
Plots so predictable,
Where the variables in place,
Never see any change,
The twists or turns of every puzzle,
Seem but merely rearranged,
For what thought that should reside,
Somewhere outside the norm,
Will lack this necessary merit,
To grow enough to transform,
Into an idea worthy of challenging the equations that we trust,
The same systematic processes that have always worked for us,
But if...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
271 reads
4 Comments
MrDunnePoetry
Poem Published
8th Jan 2022 11:49am
8th Jan 2022 11:49am
The Devil Within
The Devil Within"
A tormented lost soul, nobody knew of the evil within/
All alone out in the cold, they would never let him in
Hoping that he would fold, so not to publish their sins/
His soul had been sold, so I guess the devil would win
Scratching at his skin, as if to make the hurt disappear/
Only to hurt himself further, and for the fear to reappear
In the mirror he see's Satan, but society just see's him as lost/
He knew their lives would be forsaken, like Jesus on the cross
Life had taken him to a crossroads, four choices to choose/ ...
A tormented lost soul, nobody knew of the evil within/
All alone out in the cold, they would never let him in
Hoping that he would fold, so not to publish their sins/
His soul had been sold, so I guess the devil would win
Scratching at his skin, as if to make the hurt disappear/
Only to hurt himself further, and for the fear to reappear
In the mirror he see's Satan, but society just see's him as lost/
He knew their lives would be forsaken, like Jesus on the cross
Life had taken him to a crossroads, four choices to choose/ ...
#dark
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#rap
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
559 reads
2 Comments
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