Best Nether Poems
'twixt
hell and
high water
TRUMP IN THE NETHER NETHER
If irate American born Mexicans were to rally together,
Around the world, they could perhaps cunningly tether,
Possibly calm, an uncaring, inhumane disliked leader
Maybe curb the actions of this Mexican bleeder,
Or, banish him forever to the land of nether, nether!
2nd Limerick of a trilogy
nether region pulse
intoxicates me dizzy ~
please ignore your phone
Pretty little soul
Scared of the world
Afraid of the nothingness
Tightly wrapping the boundaries
Around you
Pretty little soul
Deprived of love
Longing for what you lack most
Searching for what you can’t find
Nowhere to
Pretty little soul
Wishing for one truthful heart
Who can see the grief!
But oh what skillful smile you have
People have no clue
Pretty little soul
Piercing holes into the future
Waiting for the right path to appear
But all the while the ground beneath you
Vanishes too
Pretty little soul
What a complicated symphony
Is the flow of your thoughts!
Failed understandings
Derails their mind from what is true
Oh pretty little soul
The world doesn’t give up
On shaping your self
In a mold to their liking
Really, nothing knew
Oh, oh pretty little soul
All you want is time to blossom
If only the world would stop
Watering you whenever they please
And do it only when the need is due
Pretty little soul
Your grieving is as visual
As a photograph
But still their eyes refuse to see
And their feet reject your shoes
Oh pretty little soul
Oh pretty little soul
Promises made to satisfy the world
But what about your own desires?
Who will compromise to them, just who?
Pretty soul, pretty little soul
If only one could runaway
Running away, running away from expectations
Suffocating is the weight of it
Oh pretty little soul
They, oh pretty little soul
They’re stares pushing the sky on top of your shoulders
Holding, holding on
Surviving, surviving
Is the only thing they let you do
Pretty little soul
Life, living, life and living
What is the link between them?
The search for that is as broad
As the sky that is blue
Pretty, petty little soul, Oh pretty little soul
The lost, the unsolved souls
Who hasn’t found their way
Life is a grief for the nether
Don’t leave your hope
You need it to go through
first last and always
to be conquered
the breeding ground
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Knots of Nether
by Scot Lee
www.impnes.com
Twisting, slipping knots of nether
Lit by times beyond.
Caught in the instant,
gone with eternity.
Who but we, all to see.
The touch of the moment,
a splash of destiny.
Reach now for it,
before the past rests with me.
Know it, feel it,
what it is, at last.
Grasp the sensation
Time in a glass.
in throes of death we come alive
conceived
a commutation
strapped to the sins of no other
but us
swords held taught
bitten we bleed
from ravenous jaws
of long found lust
saturated in a life's
lost lesson/lessen
thrust
upon the fire
burning amongst throats of (wo)man
be damned
be god-damned
in the distance we run free
be not it here
for pleasure lies just past the edges of the sea
where battles shall breed
and we breath
thru the crazy
these darkened times
^
forged to her bosom,
is the (l)on(e)ly thought upon his mind
I move between the dark and light
a visitor; a guest at best
Each holds a part, a piece of mind
that keep me from the rest
Forsaking dark,
the gloomy state
I want this, yet it has a hold
that brings a comfort, even cold
I feel I cannot pass that test
The light that warms
can also blind,
that comfort comes
with loss of sight
seems crueler than blessed
The nether world is neither then,
not of darkness, nor of light
it sits between those places where
there's cool comfort and yet, sight
The sanctum of nether world is awe inspiring
Maybe even right down terrifying
Yet someone might find it satisfying
Magnificent, enchanting and magnifying
The castle stands in the center of the forest above precipice
Waves hit the precipice
From ocean that is boundless
Above the dark castle orb shines with unusual brightness
Beyond abstract from perspective of a soul
What secrets it would unlock is not visible to all
The base is clearly different then vortex yet in the end in same amount they are strangely equal
Makes me wonder what awesome power would be if any justice would show mercy upon the soul
Corrosion seeps into a floundering mind,
Disembodied memories unbind.
Set free, lacerating into a trembling spine,
Threads of a soul spill, taunting it’ll never be fine.
Abandon the white-knuckle grasp you have on sanity;
You’ve become perverse, a mere profanity.
Watch as we dismantle your facade of vanity,
Swept away on sulphur winds with any remaining humanity.
Stripped bare, exposing inner turmoil beneath,
Into the flesh your darkness sinks its sharpened teeth.
Malignant chaos has been unsheathed,
As to the Nether your soul has been bequeathed.
There is something more wretch'ed
In this windy howl.
Something darker, this night;
Expands on its fright.
As diabolical a led
Procession of sounds
Lashed, raised up lost souls by;
That in death cant die!
All hopes to rescue, redeem
Long since exhausted
Who now, screaming out as one
Wildest weather throng.
I hear the echoes of the day,
Resounding so peacefully and blissful.
I hear every syllable you say,
Still so loving and wistful.
Hearing you so soothing but so haunting,
As memories of the past come fluttering.
Being alone has become freeing yet daunting,
It has left my heart beating yet still stuttering.
There is nobody else, I’d rather turn to,
Nobody else that could truly see my soul.
My thoughts twist with what’s false and what’s true,
Though I still long for us to be whole.
Most of the time, I can see clearly,
A process to a better path I see.
I hold onto hope so dearly,
Trusting a future where you and I become “we”.
Every car in the distance spurs a hope it’s you.
But every car turns out to be a liar,
Leaving me stranded and past due.
Still I maintain hold of our fire..
Will you continue to reassure,
And tell me everything is okay?
A simple but effective cure,
Holding my demons at bay.
I sit by the window and wait as time slips,
Holding the thoughts completely in my head.
I can still taste the texture of your lips,
Though a part of me feels dead.
This path of healing and road to structure,
Holding my head high as we run into the nether.
Until we reach the skyline I cannot be sure,
If I have you again to lovingly hold forever.
Nether Light
Light shrouded in surreal fog
Glows dimly
Casting eerie shadows
concealing danger
Masking the reality
of the darkness
Light enshrouded in the eerie mist
shines ominously
Casting a cloak of doom
over our perception of well being
Stealing away our peace
destroying our solace
Leaving in its place chaos and anxiety
mayhem and confusion