Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry Community
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry community, here you'll find poems written about this website.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:27pm
Yesterday 6:27pm
The Wayback
The clock is ticking so there is no time to argue or dispute
The doors will close soon so I’m trying to enjoy every minute
I’ve become more aware of things that are even so minute
Appreciating and understanding that poetry has no limit
In retrospect, in all the years we’ve spent on this airship
We’ve been able to view and read a myriad of stars
We crafted and created compositions and friendships
That carried a diversity of verses, prose and mad bars
The wayback is a device that archives our lives and times
Capturing moments with...
The doors will close soon so I’m trying to enjoy every minute
I’ve become more aware of things that are even so minute
Appreciating and understanding that poetry has no limit
In retrospect, in all the years we’ve spent on this airship
We’ve been able to view and read a myriad of stars
We crafted and created compositions and friendships
That carried a diversity of verses, prose and mad bars
The wayback is a device that archives our lives and times
Capturing moments with...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#memories
34 reads
2 Comments
neves
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:03pm
Yesterday 3:03pm
My girls have bigger dick energy than yours
When they're out there
living their best days,
weathering through
each season hitting
their skin and bones
because they know
you gotta go hunting
and survive bringing
back stories to tell.
My girls are dirtier
than European and
West Coast seas,
making you sit back
eating your poetry
like a toddler still
learning spelling
through canned
alphabet spaghetti
and sure, they'll
make your cheeks
blush more than a
packet of crimson
shaded crayolas
...
living their best days,
weathering through
each season hitting
their skin and bones
because they know
you gotta go hunting
and survive bringing
back stories to tell.
My girls are dirtier
than European and
West Coast seas,
making you sit back
eating your poetry
like a toddler still
learning spelling
through canned
alphabet spaghetti
and sure, they'll
make your cheeks
blush more than a
packet of crimson
shaded crayolas
...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
50 reads
0 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:43am
Yesterday 6:43am
The DUP Massacre
we were all brought to the DUP mansion
but it wasn’t just any place
it was one where we played
as the Webmistress encouraged us
like she was Willy Wonka
and PoetSpeak said “let’s drink!”
heading to the dining room
Duende served us up something good
as we think “what a wonderful place”
the lights go out
Bluevelvete was dead
hit over the head with a candle stick
we wondered where the Webmistress went
could it be her who was the killer?
we went to the lounge to...
but it wasn’t just any place
it was one where we played
as the Webmistress encouraged us
like she was Willy Wonka
and PoetSpeak said “let’s drink!”
heading to the dining room
Duende served us up something good
as we think “what a wonderful place”
the lights go out
Bluevelvete was dead
hit over the head with a candle stick
we wondered where the Webmistress went
could it be her who was the killer?
we went to the lounge to...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
84 reads
9 Comments
neves
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 10:37pm
22nd Mar 2025 10:37pm
My tongue is tapping the roof of my mouth
Seeing daylight
peaking through
the little crack
in your window
us, laying like
marble statues
sealed in small
time frames
as other peoples
faces mould into
the same old
questions
over and over,
our lips refuse
parting unless
they're about
to meet one
another in
the middle
again.
peaking through
the little crack
in your window
us, laying like
marble statues
sealed in small
time frames
as other peoples
faces mould into
the same old
questions
over and over,
our lips refuse
parting unless
they're about
to meet one
another in
the middle
again.
#LGBT
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
51 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 10:23pm
22nd Mar 2025 10:23pm
I never can say goodbye
Beneath the moon's cold, silver glare.
The poets gather, a devilish affair.
Quills and ink, their weapons of choice.
Whispering verses in a haunting voice.
Candles flicker casting shadows tall.
Words of sorrow echo through the hall.
A waltz of despair, their final refrain.
Dancing with demons, embracing the pain.
The air grows thick with a fiery glow.
Laughter erupts, both high and low.
Each stanza a dagger, sharp and precise.
A farewell carved in poetic vice.
The clock strikes twelve, the end draws near. ...
The poets gather, a devilish affair.
Quills and ink, their weapons of choice.
Whispering verses in a haunting voice.
Candles flicker casting shadows tall.
Words of sorrow echo through the hall.
A waltz of despair, their final refrain.
Dancing with demons, embracing the pain.
The air grows thick with a fiery glow.
Laughter erupts, both high and low.
Each stanza a dagger, sharp and precise.
A farewell carved in poetic vice.
The clock strikes twelve, the end draws near. ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#passion
40 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 10:42pm
21st Mar 2025 10:42pm
March 21st World Poetry Day
a world day of what?
OF POETRY!
with or without rhyme,
the one that doesn't put beans
in the pot or paint the landscape,
that invades our window, pink.
IS IT BEAUTIFUL?
IT'S BEAUTIFUL!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting words
tilling the ground
and turning over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
Is that too much?
IT'S TOO LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always...
OF POETRY!
with or without rhyme,
the one that doesn't put beans
in the pot or paint the landscape,
that invades our window, pink.
IS IT BEAUTIFUL?
IT'S BEAUTIFUL!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting words
tilling the ground
and turning over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
Is that too much?
IT'S TOO LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
42 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:47pm
21st Mar 2025 4:47pm
~s h u t d o w n
ahh am i imagining this..
what a start of a day today!
the one-worded daily calender
astrology too .. says its a ‘trouble’
for my ‘raasi’ moonsign’: mesham
so a cancerously ’immobilising’
an inevitable ‘stop press’.. in an
accumulated infectious benumbing
mountainous petrifications.. that
perplexingly.. either feels as an
overly felt in bleed & pains.. as dying
each moment .. a lamping flame
still sparkly unwaveringly bright..
warrioring anything.. not just to ...
what a start of a day today!
the one-worded daily calender
astrology too .. says its a ‘trouble’
for my ‘raasi’ moonsign’: mesham
so a cancerously ’immobilising’
an inevitable ‘stop press’.. in an
accumulated infectious benumbing
mountainous petrifications.. that
perplexingly.. either feels as an
overly felt in bleed & pains.. as dying
each moment .. a lamping flame
still sparkly unwaveringly bright..
warrioring anything.. not just to ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#home
#prayer
#SelfReflection
83 reads
PAR
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 10:33am
21st Mar 2025 10:33am
Itinerant Climatology
Who sees them pass like this in a low flight.
Van Gogh wrestling with blue paint paste.
Like someone who puts down an elephant's foot.
Frida Kahlo breathing her reflection in the mirror.
This one takes a snake that crawls slowly.
Salvador Dali riding his snails in ecstasy.
He ruffles himself with spiders' paws.
Sylvia Plath left words on the grates of an oven.
Camouflaged in stripes of exhausted Bengal tigers.
Egon Schiele leaving three days after his wife.
The one who sees the bird in calm low flight.
This one knows...
Van Gogh wrestling with blue paint paste.
Like someone who puts down an elephant's foot.
Frida Kahlo breathing her reflection in the mirror.
This one takes a snake that crawls slowly.
Salvador Dali riding his snails in ecstasy.
He ruffles himself with spiders' paws.
Sylvia Plath left words on the grates of an oven.
Camouflaged in stripes of exhausted Bengal tigers.
Egon Schiele leaving three days after his wife.
The one who sees the bird in calm low flight.
This one knows...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
46 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 5:46am
20th Mar 2025 5:46am
Just Keep...
Just keep swimming
The water is deep or else you may sink to the bottom
Life is meant to be a never ending lesson so you better
Put those skills to good use so show them if you got ‘em
Just keep swinging
You’ll have to fight for what you earnestly believe
Learn to pivot and move like you have a smooth groove
Have your wits about you so that you'll never be as naïve
Just keep trotting
This journey is a grueling marathon and not a sprint
From time to time you’ll have to dash with fierce urgency
But in the long run your craft...
The water is deep or else you may sink to the bottom
Life is meant to be a never ending lesson so you better
Put those skills to good use so show them if you got ‘em
Just keep swinging
You’ll have to fight for what you earnestly believe
Learn to pivot and move like you have a smooth groove
Have your wits about you so that you'll never be as naïve
Just keep trotting
This journey is a grueling marathon and not a sprint
From time to time you’ll have to dash with fierce urgency
But in the long run your craft...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#universe
#WritingPoetry
73 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 11:33am
19th Mar 2025 11:33am
Bright darkness
Under the dark heat
I dissolve into particles
lost in eternal fatigue.
I am ashes, I am shadow,
I am space fused with the sun
in a steel bond.
Time drags on with
a cruel weight,
I am an echo that screams
in the emptiness of the sky.
Every atom trembles, begs,
breaks, in the solar substance,
I am the work of Death.
The brightness in me,
devours what I am,
an eternal fragment
that never ceases.
In the dance of fire,
I find the abyss,
of being forgotten,
of being a...
I dissolve into particles
lost in eternal fatigue.
I am ashes, I am shadow,
I am space fused with the sun
in a steel bond.
Time drags on with
a cruel weight,
I am an echo that screams
in the emptiness of the sky.
Every atom trembles, begs,
breaks, in the solar substance,
I am the work of Death.
The brightness in me,
devours what I am,
an eternal fragment
that never ceases.
In the dance of fire,
I find the abyss,
of being forgotten,
of being a...
#dark
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritingPoetry
58 reads
9 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
19th Mar 2025 6:40am
SpotLight - Willow (WillowsWhimsies)
Welcome back to SpotLight, I’m Damian DeadLove. Got another great episode tonight, that I hope you’ll enjoy. This interview segment is meant for the DU community, as a way to get to know about the poet/poetess behind the writes.
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the U.S. home. She’s been a member here since March of 2016. Although, it could be longer since she had previous profiles.
She’s a gifted poetess and writer. She’s a spitfire once you get her wound up, and for some reason I have the gift of taking her there, with some of the topics I write...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
127 reads
18 Comments
neves
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 12:33pm
15th Mar 2025 12:33pm
We forget how we call this place earth
The pen lids open and close
like an inhale and exhale
past and present collide
together as bark on trees
begin to strip themselves
down, as stems on flowers
bend in their own hysteria.
As ground splits wide open
I see lamb and cattle scatter
to find safety in the unknown,
I remind myself there cannot
be days without nights as
I herd them away into their
respective houses like
my elders once did.
Tonight we watch rain
outside washing away
lifes grime remaining
unresolved,...
like an inhale and exhale
past and present collide
together as bark on trees
begin to strip themselves
down, as stems on flowers
bend in their own hysteria.
As ground splits wide open
I see lamb and cattle scatter
to find safety in the unknown,
I remind myself there cannot
be days without nights as
I herd them away into their
respective houses like
my elders once did.
Tonight we watch rain
outside washing away
lifes grime remaining
unresolved,...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
113 reads
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