Naajir
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:25am
Yesterday 11:25am
Toxicity {Blessings}
I can't front...
Tho I like the Quiet...I kinda miss the Riot
The flagrant...facetious
Those Lyrical Vagrants...the Nomadic fuckery
The Bullshit and the Filibustering
The endless campaigning for Bad Behavior...
Complaining...yet still coming back for More of the Same
Excusing the Ruse...
Gaslighting Emotional Fuses...
Toxic as fuck...
Vixens disguised as Victims
Fuck Boys perpetrating as Good Guys
It was the best of Times and the worst of Times
And I was here for all of it ...
Tho I like the Quiet...I kinda miss the Riot
The flagrant...facetious
Those Lyrical Vagrants...the Nomadic fuckery
The Bullshit and the Filibustering
The endless campaigning for Bad Behavior...
Complaining...yet still coming back for More of the Same
Excusing the Ruse...
Gaslighting Emotional Fuses...
Toxic as fuck...
Vixens disguised as Victims
Fuck Boys perpetrating as Good Guys
It was the best of Times and the worst of Times
And I was here for all of it ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memorial
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#WritingPoetry
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1 Comment
Feral
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 11:36pm
8th Dec 2024 11:36pm
westling
The sun was high when you were called
to your final work;
the flame spiral reaching the center of its journey and
- releasing -
Tonight,
when the Sonoran coyotes gather in the liminal
light of dusk, they will sing the names of the dead
with their eyes full of stars and their mouths full of blooms.
This time,
you will be among them - as something new.
As name, as spirit, as coyote yourself
flowing into sacred song.
As for we who remain - our hearts,
heavy with the grief that is unhomed Love,
will find our...
to your final work;
the flame spiral reaching the center of its journey and
- releasing -
Tonight,
when the Sonoran coyotes gather in the liminal
light of dusk, they will sing the names of the dead
with their eyes full of stars and their mouths full of blooms.
This time,
you will be among them - as something new.
As name, as spirit, as coyote yourself
flowing into sacred song.
As for we who remain - our hearts,
heavy with the grief that is unhomed Love,
will find our...
#death
#love
#memorial
49 reads
1 Comment
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:35pm
27th Nov 2024 8:35pm
In memoriam of Eerie
Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
#death
#grief
#IMissYou
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2024
80 reads
6 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
I Still Don't Like Kerouac, Papa
When your father dies of an opioid overdose,
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
#death
#father
#grief
#heroin
#memorial
196 reads
7 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
67 reads
0 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:29pm
18th Nov 2024 9:29pm
He Said...
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/385793-the-weakness-of-we/
#memorial
111 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 12:40pm
18th Nov 2024 12:40pm
Who Lives there Now
Who lives there now
the house where you once stood
and watched the doe and deer
come to your lawn to feed
who lives there now o' Soul
the place you tended Zena
when she was old and ill
and where Blue lies under the sod
Four years dear beloved Soul
you’re not truly gone
in the whispers of my poems
you will never be forgotten
For love knows no distance
nor realms of dead or life
your spirit won’t fade
your memory is laid in the ink of my heart
...
the house where you once stood
and watched the doe and deer
come to your lawn to feed
who lives there now o' Soul
the place you tended Zena
when she was old and ill
and where Blue lies under the sod
Four years dear beloved Soul
you’re not truly gone
in the whispers of my poems
you will never be forgotten
For love knows no distance
nor realms of dead or life
your spirit won’t fade
your memory is laid in the ink of my heart
...
#memorial
88 reads
6 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
14th Nov 2024 2:54am
The Things We Do to Watch Jake Paul Die
Folks arrive in their fanciest gear,
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
Silk socks, cufflinks, and a touch of flair,
They're all here for one reason, don't be shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Concessions run out, popcorn’s in flight,
Kids on shoulders for a better sight
The buzz is real, a weh deh bredda ya a try,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
Vendors hawk merchandise with zeal,
"Jake's Last Stand" on every deal
Crowds go wild, even the shy,
The things we do to watch Jake Paul die.
A grandma knits by the big-screen...
#death
#determination
#graveyard
#grief
#memorial
76 reads
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
9th Nov 2024 6:10pm
Echoes Of Sacrifice
when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost
the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls
seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence
stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood
true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen
honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed
whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who...
#military
#senryu
#soldiers
#war
#memorial
86 reads
5 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 11:39am
23rd Oct 2024 11:39am
In this hearth
shards open beyond eyes
filled with eulogies
fierce flames
euphoria glancing
from our skeleton
we are the kernels
flute bones
where love answered
all questions
mother in your ebony hair
we played hide and seek
climbing through light
as frequencies
mausoleums
fingerpainted wallpaper
a rustic lost door hinge hanging
this is the room
now we finally
may step inside
my father arched over an accordeon
weeping into vaporized void
his...
filled with eulogies
fierce flames
euphoria glancing
from our skeleton
we are the kernels
flute bones
where love answered
all questions
mother in your ebony hair
we played hide and seek
climbing through light
as frequencies
mausoleums
fingerpainted wallpaper
a rustic lost door hinge hanging
this is the room
now we finally
may step inside
my father arched over an accordeon
weeping into vaporized void
his...
#love
#memorial
101 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 10:41am
22nd Oct 2024 10:41am
Injustices of being a lizard (collaboration with AfterSexDilemma)
Their cold blooded,
In need of heavy thick air
Something in their conscious now
To summon them, I would not dare!
Serpents tongues and leathery skin
Reflections of fearful eyes
Don't come to close,
Possession begins,
When they hypnotize!
Camouflaged in the night.
Absorbing sunlight.
The heat of a solar flare.
Dogging the cows,
Their blood boiling now.
Chasing the innocent hare.
The eyes of insight.
Intelligence and know how,
The bonding begins.
Emotions planted and plowed.
Inside...
In need of heavy thick air
Something in their conscious now
To summon them, I would not dare!
Serpents tongues and leathery skin
Reflections of fearful eyes
Don't come to close,
Possession begins,
When they hypnotize!
Camouflaged in the night.
Absorbing sunlight.
The heat of a solar flare.
Dogging the cows,
Their blood boiling now.
Chasing the innocent hare.
The eyes of insight.
Intelligence and know how,
The bonding begins.
Emotions planted and plowed.
Inside...
#animals
#grief
#memorial #rhyming
#memorial #rhyming
76 reads
10 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 5:56pm
21st Oct 2024 5:56pm
The Injustices of being a lizard(collab w/ Vision_of_insanity)
They're cold blooded,
In need of heavy thick air
Something in their conscious now
To summon them, I would not dare!
Serpents tongues and leathery skin
Reflections of fearful eyes
Don't come to close,
Possession begins,
When they hypnotize!
Camouflaged in the night.
Absorbing sunlight.
The heat of a solar flare.
Dodging the cows,
Their blood boiling now.
Chasing the innocent hare.
The eyes of insight.
Intelligence and know how,
The bonding begins.
Emotions planted and plowed.
Inside...
In need of heavy thick air
Something in their conscious now
To summon them, I would not dare!
Serpents tongues and leathery skin
Reflections of fearful eyes
Don't come to close,
Possession begins,
When they hypnotize!
Camouflaged in the night.
Absorbing sunlight.
The heat of a solar flare.
Dodging the cows,
Their blood boiling now.
Chasing the innocent hare.
The eyes of insight.
Intelligence and know how,
The bonding begins.
Emotions planted and plowed.
Inside...
#animals
#grief
#memorial
106 reads
5 Comments
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