Best Underground Poems

soak up the side streets of Montmartre, 
Paris, 	Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less 	art combusts	then drips 

- street beggars & tourists cant

writer Rubbish pastes   lace traceries
ala mode 	decoupaging decay 	
his cut-paper layers	grace	   anoint		
no longer anonymous		walls

stencilist C215’s “simply a cat”
defies sourpusses...

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Down in the dark
where we live and we breathe.
in a place where most,

could never believe.
Through the smoke and the dust
by our blood and the rust.
Hear the clanging of steel
and in your chest you can feel.
the rumbling of the ground
with it's menacing sound
for where no one...

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what do you do when your enemies are friends
plot them against eachother?
hold them back for as long as you can

do you believe in revenge for the scar i left upon you i cannot heal?
i did not seek you out
its like a ghost story
but if your...

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a leader pathway is,
a leader’s underground pathway
a underground is a underground,
of a leader’s pathway
a pathway is a pathway to a leader’s heaven
a path of heaven is a pathway of heaven
under heaven is under pathway to heaven
	
heaven is heaven’s pathway
heaven is heaven’s underground pathway
a underground is...

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We were getting old, our minds still quite sound
Just one more move before we’re glory bound
We made the decision to look around
For a unique place to build underground

It was harder than we thought it would be
To find just the place for Sara and me
We wanted...

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The way is the underground
They say If you runaway we'll you ground
The scary ,weak black kitten
Couldn't step,it is harshly beaten
The days are dark nights
The rays are dark lights
The shining northern star of hope
Is the guide ,a freedom rope

The way is the underground 
The kitten's fugitive...

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Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively

Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked...

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A transitional skill
my Mom taught me,
good to use when I start to feel at-risk,
somehow 
anyhow,
whether in my relationship with her,
or with EarthDays more kosmic travels 
through naturally wild 
and domestic spirits.

Remember to ask permission 
before you are sure of how they will answer
especially when you...

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cave 
dark tunnels
formations of magnitude and beauty
voices echo
grotto...

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The legend so long that's been told, and here goes, 
       that where this underground river flows,
 It's always blacker than blackest night.
       And when you go in this cave you need a...

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Underground rivers unsettle thoughts,
feelings on stable ground.

Real estate doesn't sound as real
with thoughts of hyporheic flow
beneath our feet,
out of sight and sound.

Rivers are meant to have light on top,
transparency.
Underground flow must look more like a furtive capillary
than an upfront tributary,
bringing salvific moisture
down into and across...

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I wrote a poem on the underground wall
for Emily, whenever I may find her.
Her lips are bouncy like a red rubber ball;
you can tell the world so they'll remind her.

For Emily, whenever I may find her,
Punky's dilemma has now come to an end.
I'm Richard Cory...

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The stars that glimmer most, 
Are the stars often mistaken for stones
For they are not stones-
They are monuments of those past,
Who have worked to the bone, 
For masterment and marvel, 
For love unatoned....

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aka
Terry's Rush Hour Tube Trauma

A voice rose from a burning bush,
"O feel the contours of my tush!
Ounce for ounce
Cheeks will bounce
With just an itty-bitty push!"...

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hanging straps and travel apps.
beeping doors and littered floors.
rocking cars and metal bars.
rattling track and aching back.
ticket fare and lack of air.
bags on lap and 'mind the gap'.
heavy heat now WARREN STREET:


Way Out. 
Places.
Platform spaces.
Cell Phones. Faces. 
Adverts every too few paces.

Noone cares. 
Moving stairs....

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