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56ApacheLove
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 12:56pm
26th Jan 2025 12:56pm
From Giant To Giant
I love to bird watch...
These tiny little feathered friends, dependent on their creator for food, for shelter.
Singing every morning no matter the storms that come, praises they twirp from their branches as the sun rises yet again.
When I feed the cattle every day, little fat finches hop at my feet, they are no longer scared to be around me, waiting to catch remnants of molasses and corn bits.
It seems as of late there are hundreds around this place. It's so beautiful to me, how this helpless little creature could be fed by a human such as myself.
Trusting I won't...
These tiny little feathered friends, dependent on their creator for food, for shelter.
Singing every morning no matter the storms that come, praises they twirp from their branches as the sun rises yet again.
When I feed the cattle every day, little fat finches hop at my feet, they are no longer scared to be around me, waiting to catch remnants of molasses and corn bits.
It seems as of late there are hundreds around this place. It's so beautiful to me, how this helpless little creature could be fed by a human such as myself.
Trusting I won't...
#hope
#love
#strength
41 reads
0 Comments
mitjima
Lunarbitsh
Lunarbitsh
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 8:57am
26th Jan 2025 8:57am
"If only" Pt.1
the white witch only wore black
black blouse.
black skirt.
black dress.
with a pencil in her hair and a sharp tongue to match
she longed for an ordinary life
something acceptable
. . . honorable and noble.
Awakened
by a
fiery fairy
of stained glass and stone
Enveloped in stillness and fascination ...
black blouse.
black skirt.
black dress.
with a pencil in her hair and a sharp tongue to match
she longed for an ordinary life
something acceptable
. . . honorable and noble.
Awakened
by a
fiery fairy
of stained glass and stone
Enveloped in stillness and fascination ...
#curse
#friendship
#separation #tragedy
#separation #tragedy
55 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
67 reads
6 Comments
56ApacheLove
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 1:37pm
25th Jan 2025 1:37pm
This Ain't No Bull
I had a dream once, I was in this building full of rooms and people, then all of the sudden I hear folk screaming and running, and as I turn around, here is this red bull charging through everyone. I take off running for my life when I realized he had his sights set on me only. I ran into one of the rooms trying to hide behind crates and stuff the rooms were filled with, but the bull knew exactly where I was, as he horned the goods tossing them about until he was in range of me by two or three feet, and as we locked eyes, all the sudden he turned into a black bull, and I took the pause as an...
#courage
#forgiveness
#love
#redemption
#strength
61 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 10:47am
25th Jan 2025 10:47am
Them
She moves around with caution
Never knowing when "They" may appear
Anxiety has been setting in
She knows "There" real
Everyone is telling her "There" not
She'll witness "Them" from the corner of her left eye
"They" look like little children whispering
At times "They'll" look directly at her and giggle
The faces are distorted
Kind of like a blurred photograph
Several times she caught a few words "They" were saying
On some occasions "They've" asked...
Never knowing when "They" may appear
Anxiety has been setting in
She knows "There" real
Everyone is telling her "There" not
She'll witness "Them" from the corner of her left eye
"They" look like little children whispering
At times "They'll" look directly at her and giggle
The faces are distorted
Kind of like a blurred photograph
Several times she caught a few words "They" were saying
On some occasions "They've" asked...
#aging
#confusion
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
72 reads
15 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:14am
25th Jan 2025 5:14am
SpotLight - Duende
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 Netherlands home. Also, it’s the birthplace of the Van Halen brothers. So that’s a cool little fact. She’s been a member since, July of 2016.
She’s a gifted writer bringing many different flavors to the table. She’s a rocker chick who knows good music. But most of all she’s a supportive soul....
Our guest tonight is a poetess who calls the Netherlands home. Also, it’s the birthplace of the Van Halen brothers. So that’s a cool little fact. She’s been a member since, July of 2016.
She’s a gifted writer bringing many different flavors to the table. She’s a rocker chick who knows good music. But most of all she’s a supportive soul....
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#prose
135 reads
26 Comments
56ApacheLove
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 1:12pm
24th Jan 2025 1:12pm
Abandoned Outpost
Lay me in the old abandoned house, upon tongue and groove planks, wrap me in a woolen blanket, close to the broken window, where snowflakes are visible as they gently fall...quietly fall.
Please don't let them melt upon me though, ive bore the cold long enough.
Let the Blue and Red birds visit, singing songs, keeping me company until my hunger finally eats me alive.
Please don't let them melt upon me though, ive bore the cold long enough.
Let the Blue and Red birds visit, singing songs, keeping me company until my hunger finally eats me alive.
#confusion
#emptiness
72 reads
4 Comments
56ApacheLove
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 12:18pm
24th Jan 2025 12:18pm
Absorbed
I don't want to be strong anymore...
#bittersweet
56 reads
1 Comment
56ApacheLove
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:29pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:29pm
Sassenach
The green of spring a backdrop, as bare feet on dewy grass pound the earth, each stride sending lace and what was once white cotten, bouncing against legs that cannot keep up, if only I could fly.
Your ship, magnificent from bow to stern, floating through white, like a ghost from the past, as sails take rest, you linger in the heavens for a moment, I will always appreciate that moment. ❤️
Your ship, magnificent from bow to stern, floating through white, like a ghost from the past, as sails take rest, you linger in the heavens for a moment, I will always appreciate that moment. ❤️
#admiration
#emotions
#love #strength
#love #strength
61 reads
4 Comments
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:11pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:11pm
a man's BROKEN EGO WONT BE PUNISHED but a innocent girl jailed for winning from attempt murder on her
#LifeChangingMoment
#manipulation
#morality #prison
#morality #prison
31 reads
2 Comments
mea_ultima_verba
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
22nd Jan 2025 7:00pm
ill tell you my sins save my tears plz (everyone's disapproval she giggled at a funeral that day she knew she was ill)
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #suicide
#PTSD #suicide
36 reads
0 Comments
ChaosScripted
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
21st Jan 2025 3:02am
Prophetic Vision: 2:20 am, January 21, 2024
This is the vision that came to me from the Lord, my Father Above:
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
Eyes like nebulas, bright and aflame looking back at me amid a mist of darkness and white bright light beyond. All at once I’m taken up high. Looking down upon what appeared as a misshapen and segmented boulder. I look closer and it’s two swollen sections resembling two basins. At the top separating the two basins is a bright burning eye resembling the nebulae that was looking at me just a moment ago. Directly above the fiery eye is what appears to be a broken stick dotted with a stone or jewel of bright yellow. The left...
#faith
#rebirth
#sacrifice
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
22 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Critique: Short Stories, Diary Entries and Letters (Page 2)
