Netherworld Poems - Poems about Netherworld

Wearing nothing but rags We laugh and sail on the seas of the netherworld Without flags With iron nails The lamb laughed on the cross's world Without wails With gaffe Against seas whirled Laugh Some souls laughed at their rags Laughed when they entered heaven's world Laugh Contest: lets Minichu on laughter Poetry Contest Contest sponsor: Mohan Chutani...

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An image of the netherworld envisioned by a misanthrope Mein kampf fraught re: emotionally/psychologically challenged impossible mission to cope compared to classmates, I felt like a dope and entertained escapist fantasies, whereby Miss Rainbow (sixth grade student teacher), though robbing the cat's cradle, she would abscond with me, a shy skinny little boy and we would elope to a make believe...

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Deep within the bowels of the Earth (dark visceral centre) immensely distant from the sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked rocky claws pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising a soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked via weathered tombstones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber. One among...

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I take the pill and deep I go, Where deep wishes and passions flow Unbidden by the morals of the common world, Inside my mind, in the netherworld, I bear witness to tremors of ecstasy, To love, power and impunity, Where rape and slaying is normality, Desire, passion is totality. Scary emotions overcome me My own history of reality is insanity The end of the...

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The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance. We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench. We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance, this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench. Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead, we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar. Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread. All...

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Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism, this lifetime skeptic now tenuously linkedin with Unitarianism attests, said upbringing proffered, mine credo, gestalt, leitmotif, sans abstractionism eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification... some readers might dismiss as absurdism defying established dogma fixed absolutism millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical, and such cavalier blithe apostasy, declared alarmism, now - twenty first century extant accursed as alcoholism within various non Western statecraft enclaves, barely tolerating agnosticism no fool to ejaculate proclamations...

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The Mind’s Cornfield Dreaming deeply on this dark, dank, frigid-cold night, My spirit-body walks freely in this place of solitude— The Mind’s Cornfield, where fantasy and reality are one. In this place, free from mortal constraints and strife, One can see and speak to spirits of those now dead, And to those whose souls wander around aimlessly. These spirits know of my...

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Deep within Earthen bowels immensely distant from sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked rocky claws pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising soul asylum where grateful dead (albeit marked, via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber. One among their number included a misanthrope who sported...

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We will skip off to the Netherworld, When our time comes, We will go hand in hand, As we skip. We will die together, As one will fight, This life is war, And though we are losing, We will still skip to the Netherworld. I will stand by you, My love everlasting, Death cannot keep us apart, We will fight until we fall, Until death shows us mercy, But...

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