Underbelly Poems - Poems about Underbelly

Daystar rises scattering shadows to the four winds and 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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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,...Read the rest...

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 ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

Unlocking, the silver knife. The poetry matters, when it is dark. * Night, has its own secrets, when, dew spreads out the beadings on grass. ...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

Concrete plane foresight Polyrhythmic totem stalk Waterfalls upward...Read the rest...