Underbelly Poems - Poems about Underbelly

Daystar rises scattering shadows to the four winds, terrifying sinful serpents who slither beneath rock masses for cover. Vapid, vampiric vipers hide themselves in caves in fear of the light, for they know their time has come. Their vitriolic hate speech spews forth like molten lava, lighting up the night with an ominous, ethereal glow....

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On a sunny evening the colors changed; Tossed a penny in the mall’s wishing well sealed with a such a foreboding kiss; I didn’t know I was close to the underbelly; Tossed a penny in the mall’s wishing well it spun clinking around achingly slow ‘til it landed in the water oddly straight up; Sealed with such a foreboding...

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Like a pack of howling wolves in need of prey, A wounded urban psyche strains its gnarled voice, Motherless, fatherless, ice cold pavement waif, Wee small hours plight The rocks of his facade dispatched in ghost trains for those ghoulish oil float gutters to imbibe, Back street burden stray, schooled in fringe art fables, Phantom kite chaser Eerie street lights peer...

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Shadows fill the alley, where they lie in wait To buy and sell sundries of a wicked kind needles injected, gun shots fired, witnessed in flashing neon lights I equate them to sewer rats, crawling 'round whose sinister stories would make me shudder counting their number by red cigarette glows blurred in...

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a dark underbelly cloud sweeps past the trees as they bow down then snap like minds gone crazy defenseless on the hills they no longer stand powerless to the storm ...

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Skyscrapers sheathed in glass stretch to the sky; as a convoluted maze of asphalt rivers connects concrete caves, they flow by. Patches of green appear like mold on cheese; amidst the neon lights, corruption, and sleaze. All cities have a dark underbelly; they're overcrowded, noisy, and smelly. At rush hour, the traffic slows to a crawl; and beggars begging to fill their belly don't...

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the devil walked in the room first thoughts are to exit calmly a round of sounds complete his entrance artfully chimes, alarms, a decadent trumpet plays the senses curiously mysterious it would be to refuse a grave impulse as the hand opens simply the upright begging posture holds methodical to his evil core releasing a despair so cunning, a predator smiles...

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Murky shadows slink around the darkened rainbow like black eels embracing the dish hi-lighting mankind’s testes. As today Man’s testicles still hold the world hostage and reveal the slow moving continuum slithering toward the world’s fate. Flames and chaos surround Man's prayers while searching for God. Man stares at His face looking to find his own, but knowing God...

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Unlocking, the silver knife. The poetry matters, when it is dark. * Night, has its own secrets, when, dew spreads out the beadings on grass. * Blackbuck was ready to shed the antlers. Moon was hornless....

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The hours grows late and so the night bodes ill, Another man falls, he did drink his fill. And what fate do the streets take, When the night cracks with a dawn break? The rotten and unwanted fate, Resented and repelled too late. When the breath of man became disgrace, Habitual of a hollow, heathen race. And the cumbersome unrest of drunken sleep, With...

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Concrete plane foresight Polyrhythmic totem stalk Waterfalls upward...

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