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oldmanG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:23am
19th Nov 2024 3:23am
Diana
Flash goes off
My life is extinguished
Lasting in my floating nightmares
Can’t come up for air
Coulda been the queen
Living fairytale dreams
Instead twisted and bleeding
In the back of an Audi
Vultures on the kill
Snapping to feed the till
Piranha on the flesh
Down to bone
My life is extinguished
Lasting in my floating nightmares
Can’t come up for air
Coulda been the queen
Living fairytale dreams
Instead twisted and bleeding
In the back of an Audi
Vultures on the kill
Snapping to feed the till
Piranha on the flesh
Down to bone
#greed
#grief
#heartbroken #shame
#heartbroken #shame
29 reads
0 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:54am
18th Nov 2024 6:54am
Chasing _____
On the road home, a familiar, yet
majestic scene—
made same as any
other in the
absence of daylight.
This unfulfilled longing
still
lingers as a pair of scuffed black dress shoes
pass under a humming neon sign that
watches over the
pothole-riddled
parking lot of Casa Mexico.
He’s seated alone
tonight,
and with no roof
of
words to shelter him from the
Rain, he stares blankly at a Spanish poster until the arrival of his food.
He tips well— they treat him well in
like fashion.
He...
majestic scene—
made same as any
other in the
absence of daylight.
This unfulfilled longing
still
lingers as a pair of scuffed black dress shoes
pass under a humming neon sign that
watches over the
pothole-riddled
parking lot of Casa Mexico.
He’s seated alone
tonight,
and with no roof
of
words to shelter him from the
Rain, he stares blankly at a Spanish poster until the arrival of his food.
He tips well— they treat him well in
like fashion.
He...
#apathy
#emptiness
46 reads
2 Comments
PenelopeM
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 2:27pm
16th Nov 2024 2:27pm
Memphis
I take pleasure in pissing you off.
After all you have done to me, your anger is my satisfaction.
So, you may get your steak...stake, but I'll be eating my peanut butter sandwich with bananas. That is what you tell them, right?
After all you have done to me, your anger is my satisfaction.
So, you may get your steak...stake, but I'll be eating my peanut butter sandwich with bananas. That is what you tell them, right?
#anger
38 reads
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shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 12:22pm
16th Nov 2024 12:22pm
Tide
His kisses
feel
like a montage
of parables
plastered
all over my
flesh
from
Sunday to Monday
he whispers
gentle
reminders
that feel
like footnotes
on our
thesis
heated & fervent
and he
knows
how
to bring me
to the edge
of all his
disclosures
and his
perversion's
planted deep
as I embrace
in wholly
with love
and the way
he tongues me
deep
as if he
were
trying
to climb ...
feel
like a montage
of parables
plastered
all over my
flesh
from
Sunday to Monday
he whispers
gentle
reminders
that feel
like footnotes
on our
thesis
heated & fervent
and he
knows
how
to bring me
to the edge
of all his
disclosures
and his
perversion's
planted deep
as I embrace
in wholly
with love
and the way
he tongues me
deep
as if he
were
trying
to climb ...
#love
57 reads
1 Comment
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 10:47am
16th Nov 2024 10:47am
Red Rose Petals
Once upon a time there was a flower.
Who wanted to have beauty and power.
She was surrounded by flowers.
Who lived in graceful,royal towers.
With blood red petals each.
She wanted to be like them.
And for true happiness to reach.
She was surrounded by red roses as a sunflower.
And she began to have their grace and power.
One day,she wanted to become her favorite flower - a red rose.
She dyed her petals and strikes a pose.
One day,she would become her own graceful flower.
Happy,hopeful.
Taking a peaceful...
Who wanted to have beauty and power.
She was surrounded by flowers.
Who lived in graceful,royal towers.
With blood red petals each.
She wanted to be like them.
And for true happiness to reach.
She was surrounded by red roses as a sunflower.
And she began to have their grace and power.
One day,she wanted to become her favorite flower - a red rose.
She dyed her petals and strikes a pose.
One day,she would become her own graceful flower.
Happy,hopeful.
Taking a peaceful...
#flowers
#hope
#nature #rose
#nature #rose
30 reads
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PenelopeM
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 12:36pm
14th Nov 2024 12:36pm
Trail Of Intuition
The day your hands decided to pound the drums, ancestors made sure everyone was listening.
Their language echoing through mighty oaks, confusing English thoughts.
Wrap her in the beautiful Buffalo hide, she's tired and full of broken.
What, Sitting Bull, did you study the stars while in heaven and use them as stepping stones to cross the plains of time?
Lay her in the Tipi that sits by the waters edge, where the warm wind can blow her bad memories away, cradling the little girl inside, like a child laying in her mothers arms.
As the frog sings a new hope for Spring...
Their language echoing through mighty oaks, confusing English thoughts.
Wrap her in the beautiful Buffalo hide, she's tired and full of broken.
What, Sitting Bull, did you study the stars while in heaven and use them as stepping stones to cross the plains of time?
Lay her in the Tipi that sits by the waters edge, where the warm wind can blow her bad memories away, cradling the little girl inside, like a child laying in her mothers arms.
As the frog sings a new hope for Spring...
#love
#strength
43 reads
2 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
13th Nov 2024 8:27am
Much Obliged
You know I haven’t written in a collaboration since close to two years ago. I’ve said many times on here I used to do a lot of songwriting with an old buddy until we had a falling out. Then there was getting healthy, and ending the long journey with booze. Then I came here to DU. And started over, took a chance I still could do this thing it is we do. I watch to many mobster movies, I know. lol.
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
Collaborations are an art form in my opinion. It requires trust and compromise, a certain etiquette that writer’s often possess and share in each other’s company. Because from one...
#confessional
#prose
113 reads
24 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
12th Nov 2024 7:48pm
King Crimson- In The Wake Of Poseidon
During the US tour in late 1969, King Crimson imploded. Ian McDonald and Michael Giles had too much too soon and would depart to record an eponymous record. Similarly, Greg Lake had met up with Keith Emerson (formerly of The Nice) while on tour and agreed to form a band upon their return to the UK. (Emerson, Lake & Palmer) Robert Fripp & Peter Sinfield were left with the reigns of the band and faced the task of recording the follow-up. (though both Lake & Giles did make contributions to the album with the latter's brother Peter adding bass). In March of 1970 Robert Fripp was asked...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
49 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
12th Nov 2024 7:34pm
King Crimson- In The Court Of The Crimson King
King Crimson were an English based Progressive Rock band that formed in London in 1968.
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
The roots of King Crimson start pre-1969 with the light-weight, pop efforts of Giles, Giles & Fripp. After failing to get any gigs what so ever and receiving a dismal response from anyone who heard them, Pete Giles left. Around the end of 1968 Pete's brother Mike and Robert Fripp conceived King Crimson and added Ian McDonald on reeds, Greg Lake on bass and vocals and lyricist Peter Sinfield, who was McDonald's songwriting partner became the bands fifth member. King Crimson was born.
...
#historical
#music
#narrative #nonfiction
#narrative #nonfiction
66 reads
10 Comments
magichearts
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 2:11am
8th Nov 2024 2:11am
Experiment
रोज करता हूँ experiment अपने ऊपर
मैं वैज्ञानिक हूँ अपनी ही खोज मे !
मैं वैज्ञानिक हूँ अपनी ही खोज मे !
#hope
41 reads
3 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 3:00pm
7th Nov 2024 3:00pm
Humanity, whatever once you were...
Humanity, whatever once you were,
Has gone the wayside by.
Share ye a coffee, share ye a tea,
Share ye a sigh and wonder why.
Tears will cry until they dry. Oh life,
However once you tried,
To make of men their better selves,
Has been, by stubborn choice, denied.
Let us now play it as it lies- humanity,
Whatever once you were, is for the birds.
To live now is to be absurd. So be absurd.
Has gone the wayside by.
Share ye a coffee, share ye a tea,
Share ye a sigh and wonder why.
Tears will cry until they dry. Oh life,
However once you tried,
To make of men their better selves,
Has been, by stubborn choice, denied.
Let us now play it as it lies- humanity,
Whatever once you were, is for the birds.
To live now is to be absurd. So be absurd.
#courage
5 reads
1 Comment
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 3:40pm
6th Nov 2024 3:40pm
Crystal Ball
I’m twelve hours ahead of the whole fucking cluster-fuck and tonight I’m was feeling a bit knackered. I stare at the ceiling listening to my music. Something in it, earthy and electronic, tells me everything is alright. It doesn’t make sense, it just makes me think that. That’s all I need tonight, and any night. Neither is there sense in who we just elected but that’s OK too. It’s going to have to be OK. The inconvenient truth in this liminal cycle for all of us is that no one has a crystal ball.
Like the train, they come, they stay for a term or two and then they go… until one...
Like the train, they come, they stay for a term or two and then they go… until one...
#corruption
#ignorance
#politics
50 reads
1 Comment
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