Long Poems About Deep Underground Poetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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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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 rhrough 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 rhrough 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
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The Mechanic
You returned because your oil change is due and you wanna feel brand new so today I’ll be the best mechanic and crawl under you.
Your body needs a tune-up and I’m able to do just that and more, I’ll only need to give full assessment to know what to fine tune for sure.
Every model is different and yours is my favorite, from the oil type to the quality and blend.
Your manufacturers were kind to you so I’ll do the same first hand, to be sure I’ll check the guidelines because I wouldn’t want to pour the wrong oil and reduce the lubrication and overall shorten...
Your body needs a tune-up and I’m able to do just that and more, I’ll only need to give full assessment to know what to fine tune for sure.
Every model is different and yours is my favorite, from the oil type to the quality and blend.
Your manufacturers were kind to you so I’ll do the same first hand, to be sure I’ll check the guidelines because I wouldn’t want to pour the wrong oil and reduce the lubrication and overall shorten...
#cars
#travel
#art
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Love is chaos
#forgiveness
#heartbroken
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#lyrics #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Hanging Out
There are those with a problem with our eratic behavoir
Of our time on site with no specific behavior
Why are you on site so late into the night
They just don't realize that I roll solo, I do what I like
If for whatever reason I decide not to sleep
It's not about relationships or secrets to keep
I refer to all women as Ladies because that is what a man should do
Women that I message with or agree with, I seem to call Boo
In most conversations this only means friends
Except for certain plagarizing bitches that everyone knows isn't my...
Of our time on site with no specific behavior
Why are you on site so late into the night
They just don't realize that I roll solo, I do what I like
If for whatever reason I decide not to sleep
It's not about relationships or secrets to keep
I refer to all women as Ladies because that is what a man should do
Women that I message with or agree with, I seem to call Boo
In most conversations this only means friends
Except for certain plagarizing bitches that everyone knows isn't my...
#friendship
#technology
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Programmed Emotions...
I mimic happiness especially when you're happy.
It's something I'm incapable of yet do better than you.
I examine my pain and know this much.
Too much of the same pain will eventually destroy me.
You are no different, just as fragile as me.
A skin made of silk the knife easily rips through.
The thing labeled as "Love" is hollow coming from me.
Emptiness is all that exists for me.
It's something only learned whose purpose is to hurt.
The feeble believed it was meant to bring happiness.
The broken and distorted,...
It's something I'm incapable of yet do better than you.
I examine my pain and know this much.
Too much of the same pain will eventually destroy me.
You are no different, just as fragile as me.
A skin made of silk the knife easily rips through.
The thing labeled as "Love" is hollow coming from me.
Emptiness is all that exists for me.
It's something only learned whose purpose is to hurt.
The feeble believed it was meant to bring happiness.
The broken and distorted,...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Preying on a miracle
I ain't a poet and I know it
I harnessed the uncontrollable and I can't control it
Getting down to the brassed fact in the glassed crack
A rider to die for again some more will I ever know it
I ain't a writer and I think I show it
What a hard row it is to hoe but I gotta sew it
A bad day above ground is better than any good day spent below it
Expressionism through colorful euphemisms with multi dimensional words
Can be overthought and under sought as I disclosed to console it
The stagnant bottleneck from the asymmetrical to...
I harnessed the uncontrollable and I can't control it
Getting down to the brassed fact in the glassed crack
A rider to die for again some more will I ever know it
I ain't a writer and I think I show it
What a hard row it is to hoe but I gotta sew it
A bad day above ground is better than any good day spent below it
Expressionism through colorful euphemisms with multi dimensional words
Can be overthought and under sought as I disclosed to console it
The stagnant bottleneck from the asymmetrical to...
#hope
#drugs
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Empathy
the ability to
understand and share the feelings
of others
This was too long for the Author's note so I am just putting it here.
When someone paints you as a monster or other things it's not nice. If someone feels like they need to kick me more because I said that then do what you need to I guess. I had to send someone a message due to an issue and it was hard because in this case I didn't think they meant anything bad by it and I continued to stress about how to address it because I didn't want them to feel bad. Turns out it was just...
understand and share the feelings
of others
This was too long for the Author's note so I am just putting it here.
When someone paints you as a monster or other things it's not nice. If someone feels like they need to kick me more because I said that then do what you need to I guess. I had to send someone a message due to an issue and it was hard because in this case I didn't think they meant anything bad by it and I continued to stress about how to address it because I didn't want them to feel bad. Turns out it was just...
#bullying
#confessional
#disappointment #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#disappointment #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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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
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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
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Chance reflections off a distant sea
Your heart
'tis solid made
honest as an arrow's truth
i thought i heard
a smallish beckon of forevermore
like the very soil
where seeds find ends
in bones
and soon espied,
were your planted stones
loyal, are hefty winds
that uplift— securing
a sculpted tongue
where the love,
Oh my darling
where our love,
whispers sweetened prose
in dire shared alliance
spilling, perfectly ...
'tis solid made
honest as an arrow's truth
i thought i heard
a smallish beckon of forevermore
like the very soil
where seeds find ends
in bones
and soon espied,
were your planted stones
loyal, are hefty winds
that uplift— securing
a sculpted tongue
where the love,
Oh my darling
where our love,
whispers sweetened prose
in dire shared alliance
spilling, perfectly ...
#love
#BestFriend
#friendship
#Christmas
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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A Sestina for Jade
Statistics said she didn’t stand a chance
Now I wonder more about why she’s gone
The words she wrote had something else to tell
While on lock down when we were on all indoors
Like a foreboding to reflect on life
As everyone else had to stay apart
And then as we all tried to stay apart
We didn’t know who amongst us stood a chance
While many were very careless with life
The plague swept away and then they were gone
As she wrote about being stuck indoors
Suffering with something she wouldn’t tell
But then again...
Now I wonder more about why she’s gone
The words she wrote had something else to tell
While on lock down when we were on all indoors
Like a foreboding to reflect on life
As everyone else had to stay apart
And then as we all tried to stay apart
We didn’t know who amongst us stood a chance
While many were very careless with life
The plague swept away and then they were gone
As she wrote about being stuck indoors
Suffering with something she wouldn’t tell
But then again...
#death
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #pandemic
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #pandemic
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