Short Netherworld Poems
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Sijo-5
one day accidentally, I stepped into the way which
laying in the gruesome air that leads to the netherworld
the chill and soundless world no one ever been there has returned
heaven
angelic, glorious,
rejoicing, ascending, lifting
empyrean, blissful, hades, netherworld
condemning, descending, flaming
damned, miserable
hell
Date created: 05/24/2021
this netherworld
this hospice of broken souls
this travesty of triumph’s trauma
blank pages
telling stories
sightless readers
sifting the ash
of scorched lives
charred character
seeking solace
on the edge
of night
©10/14/2018
for – Soap Opera Titles Poetry Contest
sponsor – Sian St. John
In the soak of the rain
Church bells chime
and the lichen covers gravestones
There is not much change in the touch of needle
Silence falls between the leaves
belonging to the netherworld
of coldness cussing down winding roads
like false hope aching to the core
of lose faltering teasing your skin
Lodgements if only we could
careless hands roaming ways
lost in wisps purple haze
cryptic days secret nights
southern daze northern lights
careless hands restless feet
half not whole incomplete
rambling round cubic curled
resident netherworld
careless hands roving eyes
purposes in disguise
broken hearts no repair
sans remorse without care
What is that? I asked.
This is certainly experimental.
Since it's of the netherworld,
can't be sentimental.
Try not to be judgmental.
This will be time consuming,
perhaps a lot of work,
nothing gentle, or accidental.
It's strictly mental.
I have a feeling
the outcome
could be argue-mental,
might even be
detrimental.
Naive, I just wander-
nameless voices c a l l i n g,
Nebulous vague faces,
need c r y i n g out for me . . .
Necropolis of TOMBS-
netherworld abyss . . . pearl
necklace ripped from my neck.
___________________
April 29, 2017
Pleiades/Nightmare
Copyright Protected, ID 896456
Pleiades N
Kim Merryman
First Place
She had a kittenish personality; always ready to play.
Her sense of whimsy and hunky-dory attitude was contagious.
Her laugh would have brought happiness to the Netherworld.
He was smitten from the second they met. Wanted more.
Unfortunately, she was already taken and committed.
This did not mean he stopped noticing her.
She elucidated a room, illuminating it with joy.
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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the morn never came
the sun denied to arise
defied its duty
to say good-bye to hiding
veiled below the horizon
an early bird rose
but if the sun never rose
what would such a bird
do to kill time while on pause
in the darkness scorned forlorn
too soon the cock crowed
the birds sang their dawn chorus
sang again again
in vain for the sun slept-in
hung-over in netherworld
Erratically-tossed sequins
Mark the places of night's stadium -
A netherworld of colored stones
For the spry flights of cherubim -
And Jehovah - madman or genius -
I cannot quite discern -
Overlays time upon us
And I'm a lowly spectator.
One angel keeps an amethyst -
Ignoring an agate - then ruby;
I do wonder if by chance
There's a rock somewhere for me ...
I am sad
MAD
BAD
to forever silence
a sordid heart
put to rest, in the netherworld
this will be the last you hear from me,
I am sad
SWOLLEN
NOT CHOSEN
there is only agony
a flickering candle on the table, a maroon cheek
why did it come to this?
a life,
blighted
bad, mad,
sad AM I
I am sad
3/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Leaving the reality behind;
the bounds of gravity
life itself became just an after-life;
a netherworld of existence,
a spirit world of flesh,
a wasteland of bones,
an ossuary of dreams,
a necropolis of emotions.
For my soul yearns for you,
who live among the clouds,
high above the ribbons of sunlight.
For you, my love
I would choose to leave;
to exile from this verisimilitude.
Hell.
Where the air is stagnant and choking.
The abyss, the lake and the black hole.
The eternal sleep happens here in sheol.
Purgatory, limbo, hades and the netherworld.
Whatever you want to call this waste land.
He can take you in your sleep.
You never know when your last moments may be.
He prays on you.
Oops, I mean preys.
He whispers your name from the deep.
Perpetual annihilation.
RAPUNZEL’S RIBBON
a Rare prince
climbs hAir gladly,
kicks uP braids.
Untied ribbon-rope
steers a reNegade’s heart.
his Zealous mission -
win a princEss,
Lighten her life.
Serendipity brought him
her Rosy cheeks.
he must Imbibe
her ribBoned streaks.
Bold and courageous,
dOwn they go,
cutting Netherworld ties.
3/27/2019
Ribbon Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
When Our Time Has Come
Is it Sweet Dreams or Sweet Nightmares
And Can We Tell
As Who's the Hunter Or the most Hunted
Or Maybe It's just Who is Wanted
Up Here, Down There, Who Really Cares
As it's Just Another Flight of Stairs
Up Or Down, Which Way to Go
None Of Us really Knows
And Where Do we All Eventually Dwell
As I For One just Can't Tell
If There Is a Heaven
But I do believe there is a Netherworld
DAMO
An opened fifth of hangovers
rests beside his dried driveled arm
(drug used by underachievers.)
Out cold, head resting on forearm
Unconscious in a dreamless world,
a portal often frequented:
an alcoholics netherworld
and mind most disoriented.
A parched throat forces arousal
And miasmic exhalations
rekindle once more pitiful
repeated, inebriation.
A morning swig begins his day
and ends the same as yesterday.
The Deception
Beware!
Her arms around my neck were cold
that was because they were artificial
her eyes shone like a diamond in the sun
yet with a hint of moonlight serenade
and her lips like a damp vulva.
Was she an angel
And imp
Or from the netherworld
A Russian spy
A robot
An Israeli honey trap
A failed suicide bomber
I felt my way perhaps her vagina
was a guillotine
I will not complain
still got nine fingers left