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The latest poetry and short stories posted on DU Poetry.
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Keys
I am not happy with myself
For handing over keys
That I've kept so close to me
Stashed away secretly
I've worked hard to keep them safe
Undiscoverable without a trace
Time and effort such a waste
They weren't meant for display
Now look at what I've done
Given away more than one
I'll have myself only to blame
If I happen to lose this game
Sure I nearly lost the rest
But I did the job my best
I promised myself a life of protection
And I kept away from most deep attention
No I can't say that I didn't get hurt
Or that all of my...
For handing over keys
That I've kept so close to me
Stashed away secretly
I've worked hard to keep them safe
Undiscoverable without a trace
Time and effort such a waste
They weren't meant for display
Now look at what I've done
Given away more than one
I'll have myself only to blame
If I happen to lose this game
Sure I nearly lost the rest
But I did the job my best
I promised myself a life of protection
And I kept away from most deep attention
No I can't say that I didn't get hurt
Or that all of my...
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4 Comments
The Devil and His Spawn
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Fare Thee Well
Oh dear one, she is intoxicated by the fact that she no longer needs to find the right words to make you understand her. Her going. It is a take charge mode that her my mind is in. The only thing she needs to grasp is time. To move forward with it in the most delectable way, to make every moment from here on count. Time is something you took from her, and words, yes even those, leaving her no voice for far too long. But she has made up for that in ways that you cannot begin to fathom. So many things she has loved where you could show her none. To put her thoughts, words to paper leaving an...
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Evening and the Mornin
Evening and the Mornin
Baroque art was meant to evoke emotion and passion instead of the calm rationality that had been prized during the Renaissance... Is just a experiment of sight, sound an words, I dont know what the hell I'm doin... 0.0
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Harmonic convergence,,, fill me till my cup runs through,,,
Monochromatic shades, grey black and blue surround me,
Comfort me, without speaking, should I still be found living
Seek me out as I have you, along cobblestone corridors of soulful thoughts and passionate mind,
Memories...
Baroque art was meant to evoke emotion and passion instead of the calm rationality that had been prized during the Renaissance... Is just a experiment of sight, sound an words, I dont know what the hell I'm doin... 0.0
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Harmonic convergence,,, fill me till my cup runs through,,,
Monochromatic shades, grey black and blue surround me,
Comfort me, without speaking, should I still be found living
Seek me out as I have you, along cobblestone corridors of soulful thoughts and passionate mind,
Memories...
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0 Comments
Page 1? (shits not even in the paper)
It's the end of days, evil always in the office, still too few pray.
Innocent lives livin in the times of this new plague-
Ebola, so we grow colder, evil we shoulder, lock off the borders.
We are just vaccine horders, obama just droppin bombs like Enola Gay.
Free thought today, we the people worldwide united.
Africa's the cradle of humanities birth, oh truth hurts?- give a fuck how you like it.
Truth spreaders with few tethers to this earth see how really beautiful, true and few human life is.
Doctor gives out a shot "doc, you might miss."...
Innocent lives livin in the times of this new plague-
Ebola, so we grow colder, evil we shoulder, lock off the borders.
We are just vaccine horders, obama just droppin bombs like Enola Gay.
Free thought today, we the people worldwide united.
Africa's the cradle of humanities birth, oh truth hurts?- give a fuck how you like it.
Truth spreaders with few tethers to this earth see how really beautiful, true and few human life is.
Doctor gives out a shot "doc, you might miss."...
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Surface Tension
Someday ‘I’m sorry’ is gonna stop falling from the sky
and landing in my chest like it belongs there.
Someday I’ll find words that don’t make my mother sad.
maybe then I’ll be more than just a scribe of poetry,
maybe then someone will call Poetry
and I’ll know they are calling my name.
But that is someday…
This is a weeping moon,
drawn too close to a love it was never supposed to have.
This is tightrope apprehension
snow fall feeling,
tesla coils bent and burdened
bright light roots too far rotted too far reaching
too far too far too far...
and landing in my chest like it belongs there.
Someday I’ll find words that don’t make my mother sad.
maybe then I’ll be more than just a scribe of poetry,
maybe then someone will call Poetry
and I’ll know they are calling my name.
But that is someday…
This is a weeping moon,
drawn too close to a love it was never supposed to have.
This is tightrope apprehension
snow fall feeling,
tesla coils bent and burdened
bright light roots too far rotted too far reaching
too far too far too far...
59 reads
1 Comment
Perverse Mechanations of Mind-like Perdition[s]
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5 things that bug mi.
1. I hate that I can no longer
wear my Ramones T-shirt
because trendy wannabes
think its a brand
instead of a band
the difference is small
for sure, it's only
one easy 'R'
but that can take
you quite far
you see
the R is for reality
which is what
these people escape
like they're on an
Apollo mission
to the planet fake
they known nothing
of the history of punk
its just noise to them
a reason to fuck and get drunk
and now I'm sounding like an old fogey
crusted, green with jealousy like a bogey
but...
wear my Ramones T-shirt
because trendy wannabes
think its a brand
instead of a band
the difference is small
for sure, it's only
one easy 'R'
but that can take
you quite far
you see
the R is for reality
which is what
these people escape
like they're on an
Apollo mission
to the planet fake
they known nothing
of the history of punk
its just noise to them
a reason to fuck and get drunk
and now I'm sounding like an old fogey
crusted, green with jealousy like a bogey
but...
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A Xeno of Connection (Updated Slam)
They say that first impressions last
I say
That's assuming way too fast
I'd like to think we're a bit more trusting
That every one we meet isn't busting
Lusting to rip off their pants
And hump the first thing that gives them a seconds glance!
I'd like to think that
But sometimes i can't
Cause just like you
I live the life of a guarded heart
I mean we have to be careful right?
Cause if we smile back that just might
Make someone else think "OH EM GEE.
They...
I say
That's assuming way too fast
I'd like to think we're a bit more trusting
That every one we meet isn't busting
Lusting to rip off their pants
And hump the first thing that gives them a seconds glance!
I'd like to think that
But sometimes i can't
Cause just like you
I live the life of a guarded heart
I mean we have to be careful right?
Cause if we smile back that just might
Make someone else think "OH EM GEE.
They...
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Old Flames
I'd like to take a moment and tell you about the trials and tribulations about those that I loved before I met you.
Lover number one, was sweet and sincere,
He said I had nothing to fear.
He said he wanted me for all time, he wanted to be mine.
Then somehow he changed and said It couldn't go on for long.
No reason why nor a simple answer just left without saying good bye.
Lover number two, was lovely and honest, but somehow
Thought it'd be nice to talk about me behind my back.
He lacked maturity, saying he was good to me and told me
" you'll never...
Lover number one, was sweet and sincere,
He said I had nothing to fear.
He said he wanted me for all time, he wanted to be mine.
Then somehow he changed and said It couldn't go on for long.
No reason why nor a simple answer just left without saying good bye.
Lover number two, was lovely and honest, but somehow
Thought it'd be nice to talk about me behind my back.
He lacked maturity, saying he was good to me and told me
" you'll never...
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0 Comments
The Madonna of the Rocks
Of all the faethers growing against the grain of God's teeth, I am perhaps the most privileged, for to begin with my gift of madness is pure, it is not the result of shellshock or incest or the abuse of solvents, spirits and cough syrup, it is not an outcome of extreme poverty, hunger, sickness or neglect, it is madness of a natural occurrence, simply the way things are, occurring against the flow of human civilisation where with little appreciation or sympathy for such predispositions I find myself often quite rather alone, not truly comfortable in the company of people, and yet always am I...
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White Fag Black Shag
Ay! what might tempt this old white man when all old white men begin to stink, to frazzle and certainly to become such yawning bores that go on and on about their youthful exploits, about the same old things, about what could have been, about the same such things that consequently rule them and make them weary and stiff in all the wrong places, and their wrinkled bodies begin to take on the shapes and desires of old grandmothers such cranks, hags, crackpots, dements full of old white folk memories of their neurotic mothers, their alcoholic fathers and their shotguns, the mark of knuckles on...
60 reads
3 Comments
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