Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry Community
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry community, here you'll find poems written about this website.
oldmanG
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 5:23pm
20th Apr 2025 5:23pm
Curtain Call
As the lights grow dim
And the curtain comes down
We are vagabond wordsmiths
Looking for somewhere to lay our words
Just by serendipity I stumbled upon a magic place
It felt like Home where we could express freely
Our hidden fears and desires and all in between
A place to be nurtured by like souls completely
It felt like paradise on earth to me
But even the best things go away sadly
I feel like I lost a crucial part of me
And the curtain comes down
We are vagabond wordsmiths
Looking for somewhere to lay our words
Just by serendipity I stumbled upon a magic place
It felt like Home where we could express freely
Our hidden fears and desires and all in between
A place to be nurtured by like souls completely
It felt like paradise on earth to me
But even the best things go away sadly
I feel like I lost a crucial part of me
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#grief
#love
#respect
#sadness
53 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 2:15pm
19th Apr 2025 2:15pm
Antares Scorpius
and I also want to thank Deep Underground Poetry
The place where many poets went to cut their teeth
D.U. offered a home to many of us
Where we shared our creations
Where we refined our skills
A place of camaraderie and community
The years I spent there were a great lesson
I learned to develop my work
Grow and expand my mind
The time I was there I was able to connect
With talented writers and artists
Who influenced me and are now part of my life
Thank you Deep Underground
Thank you D.U. poets
You are all shining...
The place where many poets went to cut their teeth
D.U. offered a home to many of us
Where we shared our creations
Where we refined our skills
A place of camaraderie and community
The years I spent there were a great lesson
I learned to develop my work
Grow and expand my mind
The time I was there I was able to connect
With talented writers and artists
Who influenced me and are now part of my life
Thank you Deep Underground
Thank you D.U. poets
You are all shining...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#stars
#universe
41 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 8:14pm
17th Apr 2025 8:14pm
want not
Adieu, my old friend, it is with bitter regret I say goodbye
The wards of the doors are closing
The Mistress of the underground is guarding the way
sacred vision while the poets disperse
The shadows are weary, and yet they keep them
from burning by a sun too bright
My tears scorch my face
My poetry puddled at my feet
bloodletting over all these years
to be remembered by my soul
The powers that be carried me here
Those many years ago
a place cherished, my anxiety relieved
Stoic silence ensues
No one wants...
The wards of the doors are closing
The Mistress of the underground is guarding the way
sacred vision while the poets disperse
The shadows are weary, and yet they keep them
from burning by a sun too bright
My tears scorch my face
My poetry puddled at my feet
bloodletting over all these years
to be remembered by my soul
The powers that be carried me here
Those many years ago
a place cherished, my anxiety relieved
Stoic silence ensues
No one wants...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
66 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 2:01am
16th Apr 2025 2:01am
The Thick of It
Half-way through
In the thick of it
My minds races with energy and endless possibilities
I don’t want it to end
But all good things eventually…
I lost a full night of sleep
Thinking the worst
Preparing for the expected and inevitable
But it’s not the time yet
I don’t want it to end
My heart stops for a while
Pondering carefully
Knowing deep down inside it’s going to be alright
We’re in the thick of it
But it’s not time yet
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82 Total
In the thick of it
My minds races with energy and endless possibilities
I don’t want it to end
But all good things eventually…
I lost a full night of sleep
Thinking the worst
Preparing for the expected and inevitable
But it’s not the time yet
I don’t want it to end
My heart stops for a while
Pondering carefully
Knowing deep down inside it’s going to be alright
We’re in the thick of it
But it’s not time yet
53 Unique Words
82 Total
#anxiety
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#WritingPoetry
56 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 12:41pm
13th Apr 2025 12:41pm
continuum
13 of 30
when my heart is engaged
you're never temporary
you...are a part of me
& if one day you should depart
a piece of you will remain
your essence...like osmosis
inspiring & adding to my enirety
as you saturate
becoming an eternal part of me
& I'm grateful
for whatever time we are given
hold very dear these moments we share
embedding them into my foundation
strengthening my pillars
building with compassion
& connection
more solid...ever better
together... ...
when my heart is engaged
you're never temporary
you...are a part of me
& if one day you should depart
a piece of you will remain
your essence...like osmosis
inspiring & adding to my enirety
as you saturate
becoming an eternal part of me
& I'm grateful
for whatever time we are given
hold very dear these moments we share
embedding them into my foundation
strengthening my pillars
building with compassion
& connection
more solid...ever better
together... ...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#friendship #gratitude
#friendship #gratitude
79 reads
2 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 11:44pm
11th Apr 2025 11:44pm
One Last Requiem for the Hill Folk
Just like the mountains,
you never fully notice
until they are gone.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#minimalist
#sadness #senryu
#sadness #senryu
121 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 11:44am
11th Apr 2025 11:44am
The Second Runner
The second runner crosses the line,
not with glory, but with the weight of almost.
Breath burns the same,
legs ache with the same fire,
yet the world turns its gaze elsewhere.
Victory is a narrow door
and those who miss it are cast into shadows.
The second runner stands there,
not a hero, not a champion,
just a body that tried and fell short.
But what is a winner, if not a fleeting name?
And what is a loser, if not the same?
The second runner, the last, the forgotten
all are bound by the same thread: ...
not with glory, but with the weight of almost.
Breath burns the same,
legs ache with the same fire,
yet the world turns its gaze elsewhere.
Victory is a narrow door
and those who miss it are cast into shadows.
The second runner stands there,
not a hero, not a champion,
just a body that tried and fell short.
But what is a winner, if not a fleeting name?
And what is a loser, if not the same?
The second runner, the last, the forgotten
all are bound by the same thread: ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#escape
#freedom #WritingPoetry
#freedom #WritingPoetry
57 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 9:32pm
6th Apr 2025 9:32pm
Visceral Insanity
Each one can fill a grab-bag torn and true
with shards of thought and fractured hue.
Bits of Vision's skull like porcelain dreams
scatter the ground with silent screams.
Brains drip colors grotesque and bright.
Fleeting ideas that burn through night.
Whatever flies out, a chaos of lore,
fragments of self, raw to the core.
Pieces unclaimed, yet aching to mend.
A puzzle of whispers, no clear end.
In every shred a story unfolds
a grab-bag of souls, daring and bold.
with shards of thought and fractured hue.
Bits of Vision's skull like porcelain dreams
scatter the ground with silent screams.
Brains drip colors grotesque and bright.
Fleeting ideas that burn through night.
Whatever flies out, a chaos of lore,
fragments of self, raw to the core.
Pieces unclaimed, yet aching to mend.
A puzzle of whispers, no clear end.
In every shred a story unfolds
a grab-bag of souls, daring and bold.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
90 reads
9 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 4:01am
5th Apr 2025 4:01am
SpotLight - PAR
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 poet who calls Portugal home. He’s been a member here since May of 2022. And has over 800 writes, folks.
He’s a gifted writer with all the tools. A tremendous storyteller with a vast vocabulary. Most of all he’s a kind soul.
Tonight’s guest is: (Paulo Acacio Ramos) but we all call him, PAR. Round...
Our guest tonight is a poet who calls Portugal home. He’s been a member here since May of 2022. And has over 800 writes, folks.
He’s a gifted writer with all the tools. A tremendous storyteller with a vast vocabulary. Most of all he’s a kind soul.
Tonight’s guest is: (Paulo Acacio Ramos) but we all call him, PAR. Round...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
132 reads
13 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 11:25pm
2nd Apr 2025 11:25pm
Blunt Force Pin
those other sites say
I can't fucking use profanity
how in the mother fuck
am I supposed to express
how I'm fucking feeling
when shit heads want to use restraints
this ain't BDSM
but I sure would like to write about it
tying up a slut
then fucking her in the butt
showering her off with piss in the end
is that too much?
I don't fucking know
but I want the freedom to say it
how old are we?
we ain't 8 years old
we're fucking grown ass adults
cursing brings me closer to God
now I have to watch my...
I can't fucking use profanity
how in the mother fuck
am I supposed to express
how I'm fucking feeling
when shit heads want to use restraints
this ain't BDSM
but I sure would like to write about it
tying up a slut
then fucking her in the butt
showering her off with piss in the end
is that too much?
I don't fucking know
but I want the freedom to say it
how old are we?
we ain't 8 years old
we're fucking grown ass adults
cursing brings me closer to God
now I have to watch my...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#TruthOfLife
175 reads
7 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 10:46pm
2nd Apr 2025 10:46pm
(The D.U.P Carnival: A Love-Twist Elegy)
The salt-stung air, a velvet shroud descends,
A carnival of ghosts, where longing bends.
Alexander's grin, a moonlit, fractured gleam,
"Last dance, dear hearts," a fevered, whispered dream.
No gentle waltz, but tango, raw and deep,
Where shadows writhe, and secrets sleep.
A love like rust, a crimson, jagged stain,
Narcissus' gaze, reflecting back the pain.
Erotic whispers, with bitter wine,
A stalker's breath, a twisted, dark design.
The Dup decks groan, a titan's final sigh,
As love's mad current...
A carnival of ghosts, where longing bends.
Alexander's grin, a moonlit, fractured gleam,
"Last dance, dear hearts," a fevered, whispered dream.
No gentle waltz, but tango, raw and deep,
Where shadows writhe, and secrets sleep.
A love like rust, a crimson, jagged stain,
Narcissus' gaze, reflecting back the pain.
Erotic whispers, with bitter wine,
A stalker's breath, a twisted, dark design.
The Dup decks groan, a titan's final sigh,
As love's mad current...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#fate
#luck
#nightmares
#sea
68 reads
4 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 9:50pm
31st Mar 2025 9:50pm
Sayonora, DUP
A solitary Xmas decoration still hung in September
solemn souvenir that the walls were closing in
and the demented South African drew her last blood from me
Lovers and vodka posted ‘Wanted’ posters
on every besieged street corner,
field notes on survival were lost in wastelands
Cursor became beacon
amidst oceanic detritus,
lonely man in lighthouse
google-searched his heart,
this wasn’t the Underground of commuters
or theatre lovers wishing to break Shakespeare’s spine
Maybe she was the Spanish girl
playing...
solemn souvenir that the walls were closing in
and the demented South African drew her last blood from me
Lovers and vodka posted ‘Wanted’ posters
on every besieged street corner,
field notes on survival were lost in wastelands
Cursor became beacon
amidst oceanic detritus,
lonely man in lighthouse
google-searched his heart,
this wasn’t the Underground of commuters
or theatre lovers wishing to break Shakespeare’s spine
Maybe she was the Spanish girl
playing...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#unicorns
75 reads
2 Comments
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