Long Poems About Deep Underground Poetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
DevilsChild
Poem Published
21st Nov 2019 10:55am
21st Nov 2019 10:55am
Home Away From the World
yeah, I know where I belong
here was never the place for me
or so that's what that prick said
don't see them around much anymore
maybe I was never welcome
but I'm kicking off my shoes
in case you're confused
this is my fucking home!
not trying to be arrogant
just claiming what's mine
put more blood, sweat and ink than most
won't be scared off or shunned
way too late for that shit
best go pack that little box
if you think I give a fuck
had hocus pocus witches
curse me to the grave
they...
here was never the place for me
or so that's what that prick said
don't see them around much anymore
maybe I was never welcome
but I'm kicking off my shoes
in case you're confused
this is my fucking home!
not trying to be arrogant
just claiming what's mine
put more blood, sweat and ink than most
won't be scared off or shunned
way too late for that shit
best go pack that little box
if you think I give a fuck
had hocus pocus witches
curse me to the grave
they...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
496 reads
2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 2:41am
12th Oct 2019 2:41am
The Deep (Deeper And Furthur)
Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas,
dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-
respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that
shall explain and overlook the old.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Don't fear the deep;
it is what you fear that
will ultimately free you.
It might be full of sharks,
but you learn to avoid them.
It might be dark, but in this
your vision will improve. ...
dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-
respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that
shall explain and overlook the old.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Don't fear the deep;
it is what you fear that
will ultimately free you.
It might be full of sharks,
but you learn to avoid them.
It might be dark, but in this
your vision will improve. ...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#RalphWaldoEmerson
638 reads
6 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 3:43am
13th Jul 2019 3:43am
Below The Beneath The Deep Underground
I'm a lost thinker
It gets me hooked lined and sinker
Oh well I forgot to hit my blinker
If I get stopped by the cops I'll probably get thrown in the clinker
One thing's for sure the right path is narrow
You can own it lock stock and barrel
Cleanse off the filth and become sterile
Behind my blue eyes can you see the basket case
The misplaced displaced casket waste the face of disgrace
Perfectly put in my place
Six years ago today I joined the deep underground
Looking for sight and sound
No where to be found bound like...
It gets me hooked lined and sinker
Oh well I forgot to hit my blinker
If I get stopped by the cops I'll probably get thrown in the clinker
One thing's for sure the right path is narrow
You can own it lock stock and barrel
Cleanse off the filth and become sterile
Behind my blue eyes can you see the basket case
The misplaced displaced casket waste the face of disgrace
Perfectly put in my place
Six years ago today I joined the deep underground
Looking for sight and sound
No where to be found bound like...
#anniversary
#anxiety
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
611 reads
2 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
29th Apr 2019 3:59pm
29th Apr 2019 3:59pm
Les & Dug... and Mary Ford
( Prompt #16 )
There was always the player
of songs in his head, the worm
who had crawled out from
under the dead, of a concert
gone ballistic back in the States.
He’d passed out to a riff, a
duet to a banana clip,
in a pool of a Cuervo dream
that screamed in its stupor
as the worm tossed & writhed;
was baptized, down for the count.
But then, he slowly came to;
it was dark and he couldn’t tell,
nor who he was, what place
was this, why was it so cold.
He groaned. He felt so...
There was always the player
of songs in his head, the worm
who had crawled out from
under the dead, of a concert
gone ballistic back in the States.
He’d passed out to a riff, a
duet to a banana clip,
in a pool of a Cuervo dream
that screamed in its stupor
as the worm tossed & writhed;
was baptized, down for the count.
But then, he slowly came to;
it was dark and he couldn’t tell,
nor who he was, what place
was this, why was it so cold.
He groaned. He felt so...
#dreams
#music
#alcohol
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
522 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2019 5:20am
1st Apr 2019 5:20am
[ NaPoWriMo - 2019 Collection ] Proverbs
For in much wisdom is much grief:
and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
~ Ecclesiastes 1:18, Holy Bible, KJV
Forward
What is a Proverb
but common sense—
recorded experience
of life and legacy
for the next generation
to heed the cause
Through patterns we create
an anthology; pithy compilations
outlining morality—
behavioral blueprints
drafted from Being—
advancing or repeating
dependent upon attaining
vibrations attracted
by our very thinking
...
and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
~ Ecclesiastes 1:18, Holy Bible, KJV
Forward
What is a Proverb
but common sense—
recorded experience
of life and legacy
for the next generation
to heed the cause
Through patterns we create
an anthology; pithy compilations
outlining morality—
behavioral blueprints
drafted from Being—
advancing or repeating
dependent upon attaining
vibrations attracted
by our very thinking
...
#universe
#spiritual
#wisdom
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
2145 reads
36 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2018 9:43am
2nd Dec 2018 9:43am
S t r a n g e
An invitation to the countryside
Is what I thought it’d be on a train ride.
The city lights had blinked off at sunrise,
The station disappeared leaving old ties.
And after living years a working poet,
Was going on hiatus, didn’t know it.
Off to a little pond with leaping fishes,
I hadn’t made a plan to suit my wishes.
I had no expectations of my own,
Was weary of the rut & missed my home.
And as I watched the scenery fly past,
I felt the fresh air’d do me good...
Is what I thought it’d be on a train ride.
The city lights had blinked off at sunrise,
The station disappeared leaving old ties.
And after living years a working poet,
Was going on hiatus, didn’t know it.
Off to a little pond with leaping fishes,
I hadn’t made a plan to suit my wishes.
I had no expectations of my own,
Was weary of the rut & missed my home.
And as I watched the scenery fly past,
I felt the fresh air’d do me good...
#friendship
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
871 reads
13 Comments
samael
Poem Published
4th Jan 2018 1:06pm
4th Jan 2018 1:06pm
Pharmaceutical separation from this life
We walked through the back door
a shit storm at aunt Debbie's house
crying around the kitchen table
distraught
almost hyperventilating
they found her dead in a grey Honda civic
an overdose of Oxycontin
intentional suicide
on the side of the road
i thought of the house boat
smiles once warm
stories of a nurses compassion
i saw Death in her pale face
amidst our last hug just weeks ago
hoping she would pull up
from the nose dive spiral
she held me when i was...
a shit storm at aunt Debbie's house
crying around the kitchen table
distraught
almost hyperventilating
they found her dead in a grey Honda civic
an overdose of Oxycontin
intentional suicide
on the side of the road
i thought of the house boat
smiles once warm
stories of a nurses compassion
i saw Death in her pale face
amidst our last hug just weeks ago
hoping she would pull up
from the nose dive spiral
she held me when i was...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#fear
580 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2017 9:21pm
22nd Nov 2017 9:21pm
Orgasmic Capitulation
Orgasmic Capitulation
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here. Lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John is this a game for you? Are you enjoying the company of two beautiful women?” ...
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here. Lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John is this a game for you? Are you enjoying the company of two beautiful women?” ...
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
774 reads
2 Comments
Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
13th Aug 2017 3:47pm
13th Aug 2017 3:47pm
Anticipation~
My life has been on hold for years. After my divorce then falling in love with someone who claimed to be available and wasn't in so many ways I was actually in prison. Even after the divorce we lived together for 4 years while I attempted to save my family home. But the financial world doesn't like self employed people.
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...
So my losses were stacking up. 30 years of marriage gone and a divorce thinking I was going to be with the love of my life...which was the biggest lie of my life. My family home sold to investors that will rent it out for profit. During all of this I lost my...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#MovingOn
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Deep Underground Poetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry is curated by cold_fusion.
