Poems About Deep Underground Poetry by Top Critiquers
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
adagio
Poem Published
11th Sep 2024 1:30pm
11th Sep 2024 1:30pm
Regarding
Silence of the mind's rhythm attending
to prophet's nature of leaves falling
In vinyl dress recording poetic oxygen
dreaming in memories portmanteau
Regarding the metronome's pendulum
and the glue that binds the clues
to prophet's nature of leaves falling
In vinyl dress recording poetic oxygen
dreaming in memories portmanteau
Regarding the metronome's pendulum
and the glue that binds the clues
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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5 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
4th Feb 2021 00:52am
4th Feb 2021 00:52am
caught off guard ( on any given day)
sitting in the
woods
watching the
saucy
mating ritual
dance
of twelve
highly
aroused pygmy
marmosets
with
varing degrees
of
gender identification...
will wonders
never
cease
woods
watching the
saucy
mating ritual
dance
of twelve
highly
aroused pygmy
marmosets
with
varing degrees
of
gender identification...
will wonders
never
cease
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Sep 2021 6:51am
12th Sep 2021 6:51am
The Beautiful Illumination Of Glory
I wish I could extend my hand out
Bottle the insignia of time
When words never defined the emotions of a keystroke
Laughter in the fallacy of the pen was the greater manner
Curious eyes never to have seen nervousness in appreciating my gifts as I unfurled my pen
No one knew of me, the compassion of my skill, the thirst of my craft
So many words of adoration I have graced cavasses
The music is playing for you
The stage is set
Names of grandeur stood on the poetic podium in time
Legends of the ink spills in wonderment I...
Bottle the insignia of time
When words never defined the emotions of a keystroke
Laughter in the fallacy of the pen was the greater manner
Curious eyes never to have seen nervousness in appreciating my gifts as I unfurled my pen
No one knew of me, the compassion of my skill, the thirst of my craft
So many words of adoration I have graced cavasses
The music is playing for you
The stage is set
Names of grandeur stood on the poetic podium in time
Legends of the ink spills in wonderment I...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
448 reads
4 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
807 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 3:03am
23rd Feb 2023 3:03am
Muse Convention
No one knows where they're meeting
or how they even knew to go there
just that they've left
and the poets are bereft
There's no schedule of events
no program planning committee
it's all just whims and fancy
meanwhile, poets get antsy
What are they discussing there?
And when will they come back?
the poets here are crying
as their ink wells are drying
But imagine! If my muse and your muse
are mingling, joining forces
there'll be no stopping the magic word art
when each muse returns...
or how they even knew to go there
just that they've left
and the poets are bereft
There's no schedule of events
no program planning committee
it's all just whims and fancy
meanwhile, poets get antsy
What are they discussing there?
And when will they come back?
the poets here are crying
as their ink wells are drying
But imagine! If my muse and your muse
are mingling, joining forces
there'll be no stopping the magic word art
when each muse returns...
#WritersBlock
#mystery
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
388 reads
16 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 1:21pm
19th Nov 2022 1:21pm
Plagiarist
I feed on words like yours, and hers.
Unsated by the common truth
of my own heart, nor willing
to send even the cage
with its canary down,
I spice the stolen rhymes with sage
and play the canto clown.
Forgotten earthworm. Pity me.
I crawl across the bellies of
the unsuspecting dead,
looking for wet and pungent holes
with which to rape my way inside,
and claim a right to speak of souls.
Unsated by the common truth
of my own heart, nor willing
to send even the cage
with its canary down,
I spice the stolen rhymes with sage
and play the canto clown.
Forgotten earthworm. Pity me.
I crawl across the bellies of
the unsuspecting dead,
looking for wet and pungent holes
with which to rape my way inside,
and claim a right to speak of souls.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
326 reads
6 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 9:02am
4th Aug 2024 9:02am
The Day Poetry Died
she told me to never give up
that I was special
and I believed that shit
till she broke my heart
I was just a teenager
but I understood then
that people lie
and poetry lives
to die
so let’s take it back
even before that
my dad was a drunk
my mom was one cold bitch
it’s no exaggeration to say
I raised myself
I needed something to turn to
bled my first drops of ink
shared it with a friend
a man that has now passed
I saw it in his eyes
he was connected
I wonder when it all ended ...
that I was special
and I believed that shit
till she broke my heart
I was just a teenager
but I understood then
that people lie
and poetry lives
to die
so let’s take it back
even before that
my dad was a drunk
my mom was one cold bitch
it’s no exaggeration to say
I raised myself
I needed something to turn to
bled my first drops of ink
shared it with a friend
a man that has now passed
I saw it in his eyes
he was connected
I wonder when it all ended ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#depression
#WritingPoetry
202 reads
1 Comment
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
14th Jan 2018 2:10am
14th Jan 2018 2:10am
All the Time
thinking of you, thinking of you
you are on my mind
I want you to know that I feel
what you feel all the time
conjuring up a vision
imagining we are
together sitting side by side
driving in my car
into the coastal mountains
high above the sea
music on the stereo
by ourselves and free
no yesterdays' misgivings
no tomorrow's wondering why
synchronizing heart beats
under clear blue sky
thinking of you, thinking of you
you are on my mind
I want you to know that I know
what you...
you are on my mind
I want you to know that I feel
what you feel all the time
conjuring up a vision
imagining we are
together sitting side by side
driving in my car
into the coastal mountains
high above the sea
music on the stereo
by ourselves and free
no yesterdays' misgivings
no tomorrow's wondering why
synchronizing heart beats
under clear blue sky
thinking of you, thinking of you
you are on my mind
I want you to know that I know
what you...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#hope
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
889 reads
4 Comments
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