Short Underground Poems
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Weed's looking little
Bit like Little Italy
In a petri dish
In shack lab belonging to
Hermit who lives underground.
Slipping through the cracks
Seeping into the underground
Slithering through tunnels
Cyclical inconvenience resurfaces
dark in missouri
large underground city
a subtropolis
I have never been
not fond of caves or the dark
but it still exists
Across Vienna's old town
In a sewer underground,
They tracked down..Harry LIme,
A Third Man in a crime-
To music so sublime.
Tunneling
Underground
Smelling
Life
Filtering
City
Grates-
Horn
Cacophony
Plays
Base
Backdrop
In
Temporal
Darkness
These marmots of South Africa
Build cities underground.
The youngsters roam around in bands …
But I don’t know how they sound!
Glistening diamonds
reside in the holes
underground seekers
spin webs down below
whispering tales
of forgotten echoes
underground secrets
suppressed for seventeen years
no wonder they're loud
written June 2, 2018
Magicicada by Maureen McGreavy
submarines and caves
give me claustrophobia
underground terror
i feel closed in
as if ceiling will crush me
forgotten and dead
they don't listen to sermons,
but to slogans written in graffiti in murals
and underground...
Conchita Dowser, Water Witch,
Is famous for her willow switch
The water she found
Is all underground
And digging it up is a B itch!
our room heater now
keeps me warmth on winter nights
after my wife leaves
but I know she needs it more
with her at underground grave
Underground sparkling stones birth and mature;
Precious rocks to be cherished;
Look, they split the lights rays.
he is out there
here or where
city or down
or underground
he is black thats a fact
he didn't have on a wig
we got to
FINE THAT KID
I live in kansas
without fear of tornadoes
in underground house
she might take my roof
but I am twenty feet down
grounded in cement
68
Hell ya I
Want to
Mask desires
And I guess
It’s called
Playing a game
Will you ever
Reach down
And find
My love
Underground
The would be no homelessness
no poverty, no delusion
if men would but make their homes underground.
Tell me, what is the moral of this story?
Deep underground hear the moaning sounds
Of all the other forgotten Lovers
Who forever cry to one another-
That life was well 'til Love was found!
the dust of autumn
blossoms shriveling, leaves dry
seeds thrive underground
April 25, 2020
Jenish Somadas, Let the Pens Flow, Haiku contest
When beef and ham went underground
The grocers cheered for they had found
When meat has roots
No one disputes
The moldy green that grows around
When ’43’ comes around
take it by leaps and bounds
Don’t hide from it underground
~ every night, out on the town
Passion's pulse now beats slower
Expectations sink ever-lower
Bees and butterflies back underground
Summer's song silenced, snowfalls surround
Mission, purpose, focus, Direction
determined, persistent
herky-jerky, near-frantic
driven underground
Buried by season's first Snow
first green shoots appear
celebrations underground
trumpets lead parade
Written 24th December 2020
HONORABLE MENTION
lost tribes
worlds away
shunning progress
living on yesterdays…
always
dragons
underground
bones long asleep
yesterdays overstay…
ever