Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry Community
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
Poems about the Deep Underground Poetry community, here you'll find poems written about this website.
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 12:46pm
2nd Apr 2024 12:46pm
Why I Write
People write because no one listens
But see words on paper how they glisten
The comfort of the pen in my hand
Helps me write to better understand
The chaos I keep locked inside
The darkness in my mind’s eye
Writing is an emotional journey for me
Peering behind veils so that I may see
There is more to me than just my darkness
Bright seething truths I find and confess
But truly past all of that mess
Are the dear connections that we get
From others in the deep underground
Treasured friendships...
But see words on paper how they glisten
The comfort of the pen in my hand
Helps me write to better understand
The chaos I keep locked inside
The darkness in my mind’s eye
Writing is an emotional journey for me
Peering behind veils so that I may see
There is more to me than just my darkness
Bright seething truths I find and confess
But truly past all of that mess
Are the dear connections that we get
From others in the deep underground
Treasured friendships...
#friendship
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2024
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
237 reads
13 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 9:27am
10th Feb 2024 9:27am
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
241 reads
1 Comment
O_Blue
CiRcLeS...
CiRcLeS...
Poem Published
8th Feb 2024 6:07am
8th Feb 2024 6:07am
White Bird...
The ash will crumble from a delicate touch.
A fragile memory fading into the whispers of time.
I walk alone in a harsh world.
Yet each step I take echoes with resilience.
My shattered spirit is held together.
By threads of hope, woven from love.
Still my shattered spirit struggles to remain intact.
Every fracture.
I don't know the way.
The road is beginning to disappear.
In the heart of uncertainty, let courage be your compass.
The pain we felt as we let go.
Echoes in the silence, as endings and beginnings intertwined. ...
A fragile memory fading into the whispers of time.
I walk alone in a harsh world.
Yet each step I take echoes with resilience.
My shattered spirit is held together.
By threads of hope, woven from love.
Still my shattered spirit struggles to remain intact.
Every fracture.
I don't know the way.
The road is beginning to disappear.
In the heart of uncertainty, let courage be your compass.
The pain we felt as we let go.
Echoes in the silence, as endings and beginnings intertwined. ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
354 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 11:50am
1st Feb 2024 11:50am
Job
As I sit here, fingers rest on the keyboard, daydreaming.
My job is a job, not a career but it gives me what I want
It has it's pro's and con's
I work from home in a spare room I called my place of safety
Since 2020 this is where I reside
The room was my retreat, my sanctum
Engrossed in books, music & movies
Now job aids, spreadsheets and other dull work materials stepped in
It interferes with my interests
It suffocates my escape
Work is home and home is work
A terrible concept but it’s the truth
Gone were the days of interacting...
My job is a job, not a career but it gives me what I want
It has it's pro's and con's
I work from home in a spare room I called my place of safety
Since 2020 this is where I reside
The room was my retreat, my sanctum
Engrossed in books, music & movies
Now job aids, spreadsheets and other dull work materials stepped in
It interferes with my interests
It suffocates my escape
Work is home and home is work
A terrible concept but it’s the truth
Gone were the days of interacting...
#loneliness
#home
#boredom #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#boredom #DeepUndergroundPoetry
163 reads
12 Comments
O_Blue
CiRcLeS...
CiRcLeS...
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:23pm
13th Jan 2024 6:23pm
Just in...
Hey Justin, how are you doing?
I hope this reaches through.
Arriving just in time.
I miss you so much.
Remember when we laughed?
Remember all we lost?
Just in case I do.
Hey Justin, please don't go.
There's so much left to do.
I know it's a selfish request, but I don't care.
The many voices cried.
So many hands reached out.
I'm never too far...
I hope this reaches through.
Arriving just in time.
I miss you so much.
Remember when we laughed?
Remember all we lost?
Just in case I do.
Hey Justin, please don't go.
There's so much left to do.
I know it's a selfish request, but I don't care.
The many voices cried.
So many hands reached out.
I'm never too far...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
296 reads
3 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
3rd Jan 2024 10:22pm
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 through 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 through 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
515 reads
5 Comments
LongTubiFree
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 5:02pm
30th Oct 2023 5:02pm
A thousand
A thousand fights in my head
a thousand demons wanting me dead.
With no friend in sight,
there's no choice but to stand and fight.
A thousand different places I could be,
a thousand lands I should see
but instead I choose to be
here, flirting with catastrophe.
A thousand oceans to cover
a thousand women to call my lover
there's no place like home they say
but still I can't seem to find my way.
A thousand ways to die in this mess
a thousand different ways to feel the stress.
Everyone needs someone to call...
a thousand demons wanting me dead.
With no friend in sight,
there's no choice but to stand and fight.
A thousand different places I could be,
a thousand lands I should see
but instead I choose to be
here, flirting with catastrophe.
A thousand oceans to cover
a thousand women to call my lover
there's no place like home they say
but still I can't seem to find my way.
A thousand ways to die in this mess
a thousand different ways to feel the stress.
Everyone needs someone to call...
#humankind
#philosophical
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
183 reads
5 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
21st Oct 2023 10:57pm
21st Oct 2023 10:57pm
Waterboarded
Each time I glimpse my ex's face, I choke,
Like a man waterboarded, a voice hoarse, broke,
Suffocating in emotions that I provoke,
With each encounter, my heart's last spoke.
In this watery abyss, where we collide,
It's like I'm sinking, no escape, no guide,
Gasping for air, like a man denied,
I'm waterboarded, drowning, no place to hide.
"Help me, help me, help me," I silently plea,
Somebody, anyone, set my heart free,
In these turbulent waters, she's my endless sea,
As I watch her with another, it's not meant to...
Like a man waterboarded, a voice hoarse, broke,
Suffocating in emotions that I provoke,
With each encounter, my heart's last spoke.
In this watery abyss, where we collide,
It's like I'm sinking, no escape, no guide,
Gasping for air, like a man denied,
I'm waterboarded, drowning, no place to hide.
"Help me, help me, help me," I silently plea,
Somebody, anyone, set my heart free,
In these turbulent waters, she's my endless sea,
As I watch her with another, it's not meant to...
#love
#breakup
#conflict
#water
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
202 reads
Shawnna_2000
Poem Published
25th Sep 2023 00:37am
25th Sep 2023 00:37am
Artistry's magic, a world to behold
In strokes of color, stories untold,
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.
Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.
In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.
A testament to human...
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.
Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.
In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.
A testament to human...
#art
#passion
#reading
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#ThrillSeeking
242 reads
4 Comments
Syd
False Sense
False Sense
Poem Published
14th Sep 2023 6:01pm
14th Sep 2023 6:01pm
I Air Guitared A Baby (It's not as bad as it sounds)
#music
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
190 reads
0 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
29th Aug 2023 11:53pm
29th Aug 2023 11:53pm
God(b)less
Precious life
Restless strife
The right in what is wrong
Resentful days
Repentful ways
The knife cuts into song
To break a chord
To take accord
Recording what may last
Before too long
Chord of the song
Rings out from the past
Here is where we shall dance-
Raising glass of stale bourbon
For fear of what may pass-
The die is cast in my burden
Shadow cast of vermin
Hourglass of woman
Serpent dance in sermon
The right cuts into wrong
Justice slithers on it's...
Restless strife
The right in what is wrong
Resentful days
Repentful ways
The knife cuts into song
To break a chord
To take accord
Recording what may last
Before too long
Chord of the song
Rings out from the past
Here is where we shall dance-
Raising glass of stale bourbon
For fear of what may pass-
The die is cast in my burden
Shadow cast of vermin
Hourglass of woman
Serpent dance in sermon
The right cuts into wrong
Justice slithers on it's...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
197 reads
0 Comments
O_Blue
CiRcLeS...
CiRcLeS...
Poem Published
21st Aug 2023 3:00pm
21st Aug 2023 3:00pm
Well...
The weight's clinging onto me.
Dragging me further past the point I'd lose myself.
Listen closely for screaming in the night.
Those echoes get swallowed by darkness.
This weight.
Burdens, grudges.
I lose sight of the appeal.
I lost what I thought would make me feel better.
It's not how I pictured it'd be.
You step away from reality.
When is the time right?
When is the time to accept?
Watch the walls close in around you.
Feel the breath escape from your grasp.
All alone, trapped within a bottle.
You refuse...
Dragging me further past the point I'd lose myself.
Listen closely for screaming in the night.
Those echoes get swallowed by darkness.
This weight.
Burdens, grudges.
I lose sight of the appeal.
I lost what I thought would make me feel better.
It's not how I pictured it'd be.
You step away from reality.
When is the time right?
When is the time to accept?
Watch the walls close in around you.
Feel the breath escape from your grasp.
All alone, trapped within a bottle.
You refuse...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
411 reads
3 Comments
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