#digger - Hello Poetry

This bone-tired body is a battlefield where I keep returning to bury the same soldier, over and over. His face shifts like seasons— familiar and foreign, the line between my lines, fading into fable, floating into folklore. He’s died here a hundred times, and I survived every one. But I keep coming back, thinking I might unearth something softer. My hands tremble from holding too much— soliloquies, symptoms, scapegoats, saltshakers, semicolons, starry-eyed sighs. My knees buckle under the weight of a history I can’t rewrite. No matter how many poems erupt from my shell-shock, how many mornings I crawl from trenches, listening to the sound of birdsong— I always return, ***** in hand. He stares up from the dirt, his mouth unmoving but full of accusations. "You never let me go," he whispers without sound, "and I’ll keep rising until you do. Don’t you get it? You buried yourself here too." How many deaths does it take to make a ghost let go? I’m running out of shovels, but never out of wishes. Some wounds are wars, and some wars never surrender. If I stop digging, will the war finally end— or will it bloom in the silence I leave behind?

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Jan 7, 2025

Jan 7, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC

Kiernan515

You Buried Yourself Here Too

This bone-tired body is a battlefield where I keep returning to bury the same soldier, over and over. His face shifts like seasons— familiar and foreign, the line between my lines, fading into fable, floating into folklore. He’s died here a hundred times, and I survived every one. But I keep coming back, thinking I might unearth something softer. My hands tremble from holding too much— soliloquies, symptoms, scapegoats, saltshakers, semicolons, starry-eyed sighs. My knees buckle under the weight of a history I can’t rewrite. No matter how many poems erupt from my shell-shock, how many mornings I crawl from trenches, listening to the sound of birdsong— I always return, ***** in hand. He stares up from the dirt, his mouth unmoving but full of accusations. "You never let me go," he whispers without sound, "and I’ll keep rising until you do. Don’t you get it? You buried yourself here too." How many deaths does it take to make a ghost let go? I’m running out of shovels, but never out of wishes. Some wounds are wars, and some wars never surrender. If I stop digging, will the war finally end— or will it bloom in the silence I leave behind?

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I never knew she was a gold digger till she said, "I wanna make you mine"

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Jul 26, 2023

Jul 26, 2023 at 10:57 AM UTC

Kipitoe

Gold Digger

I never knew she was a gold digger till she said, "I wanna make you mine"

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For the next two weeks he digs a grave. He deftly wields a shovel with hands that have forgotten what it's like to hold the tools of life He only knows what life is like when he digs a hole for holy men who have cheated others into strife who have hurt their children, brothers, and sisters who have made damaged wives So for two weeks, he digs the hole deeper than regulation states for men who were mistakes. The more time he spends digging The more time the dead spend climbing And they're always climbing the ranks to be on top. Falling again, bones breaking on impact they just shake it off and start again. He met one dead man who climbed to the top with a light glowing where his eyes should be. The dead man shuddered, bones rattling a song of all the people he had wronged. He was more bone than skin More ghost than human But he came back with sorrow on dried, discolored lips and the grave digger wondered if he could have redemption For the next two weeks he digs a grave.

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Jan 29, 2019

Jan 29, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC

tatiana

The Grave Digger

For the next two weeks he digs a grave. He deftly wields a shovel with hands that have forgotten what it's like to hold the tools of life He only knows what life is like when he digs a hole for holy men who have cheated others into strife who have hurt their children, brothers, and sisters who have made damaged wives So for two weeks, he digs the hole deeper than regulation states for men who were mistakes. The more time he spends digging The more time the dead spend climbing And they're always climbing the ranks to be on top. Falling again, bones breaking on impact they just shake it off and start again. He met one dead man who climbed to the top with a light glowing where his eyes should be. The dead man shuddered, bones rattling a song of all the people he had wronged. He was more bone than skin More ghost than human But he came back with sorrow on dried, discolored lips and the grave digger wondered if he could have redemption For the next two weeks he digs a grave.

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"I am dying." "Its hardly a cold." "Will you fetch me a thermometer?" "I will send for one, you Shakespearean." "I am glad you can make jokes to a dying friend." "Learn to hold your wine." "You mean drink? Or what I am doing now?" "Both." "Will you still be my friend in the morning?" "If you are alive." "Good. I am dying you know?" "You died a week ago and the week before that." "It's real this time. You will not be happy in the morning." "Why is that?" "You will wake to a foul smell and realize that your mourning will be spent digging a hole." "Oh, so like most mornings with you." "You are a real pal. Pass the wine?"

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC

EvilShredder

Conversation with a Grave Digger

"I am dying." "Its hardly a cold." "Will you fetch me a thermometer?" "I will send for one, you Shakespearean." "I am glad you can make jokes to a dying friend." "Learn to hold your wine." "You mean drink? Or what I am doing now?" "Both." "Will you still be my friend in the morning?" "If you are alive." "Good. I am dying you know?" "You died a week ago and the week before that." "It's real this time. You will not be happy in the morning." "Why is that?" "You will wake to a foul smell and realize that your mourning will be spent digging a hole." "Oh, so like most mornings with you." "You are a real pal. Pass the wine?"

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I left it to waste It's time to dig my own grave I am no longer proud Not proud of what I have become Not proud of what I have done I will leave the pieces behind Build a new closet To leave my skeletons Once again

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC

makenzie-odom

Say Goodbye

I left it to waste It's time to dig my own grave I am no longer proud Not proud of what I have become Not proud of what I have done I will leave the pieces behind Build a new closet To leave my skeletons Once again

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A fresh lick of paint Is applied to these houses That are so far and few In between. Just like deception And lies that are covered Up to steal another life force For your benefit. But you don't think I see The transparency of your ways, I've seen your type before Succubus of stone hearts. You reap and haunt The dreams of innocence, Men who are so happy To be loved and to be whole. But that's your favourite trick, Once they're yours, you disappear, As you siphon liquid gold And purity from trapped souls. Trapped in an endless cycle Of doubt and hope, But they still hold onto The woman they once knew. If that woman ever existed.

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Jun 6, 2017

Jun 6, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC

RyanHolden

Succubus

A fresh lick of paint Is applied to these houses That are so far and few In between. Just like deception And lies that are covered Up to steal another life force For your benefit. But you don't think I see The transparency of your ways, I've seen your type before Succubus of stone hearts. You reap and haunt The dreams of innocence, Men who are so happy To be loved and to be whole. But that's your favourite trick, Once they're yours, you disappear, As you siphon liquid gold And purity from trapped souls. Trapped in an endless cycle Of doubt and hope, But they still hold onto The woman they once knew. If that woman ever existed.

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As you breath, With trapped lungs, Like a fly caught, In the silkiest of webs. Her manifold shell, Multiple eyes of harrowing, A succubus to the harmless, dampening a gentle candle lit, In sheer darkness. ******* on our blood, Like a hundred leaches, Her nature thicker than mud. Fluid runs smooth, like ash and water, but she stains your heart, in gray poisonous matter, Using you like puppet on strings, from the very start. She hides behind the lies, That she fills within your head, like a hot air balloon, soaring through skies, Unaware of what's below, Avoid prickly skinned women, They'll eat you alive.

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC

RyanHolden

Gold Digger

As you breath, With trapped lungs, Like a fly caught, In the silkiest of webs. Her manifold shell, Multiple eyes of harrowing, A succubus to the harmless, dampening a gentle candle lit, In sheer darkness. ******* on our blood, Like a hundred leaches, Her nature thicker than mud. Fluid runs smooth, like ash and water, but she stains your heart, in gray poisonous matter, Using you like puppet on strings, from the very start. She hides behind the lies, That she fills within your head, like a hot air balloon, soaring through skies, Unaware of what's below, Avoid prickly skinned women, They'll eat you alive.

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two loves compared mine and yours your man buys you things in exchange for you to do ****** things my man loves me and tells me everyday "what would I do without you today?" your man has a few cars well at at least my man doesn't go to the bar at least he's not close in age to my friends dad either writing this is even making me mad I need a breather for heavens sake you need time alone, by yourself, to learn yourself "I've always been this way, never alone" a quote directly from you I don't see why a potential independant women needs someone you've turned to a monster I don't know you anymore going against everything our parents have taught us just to hear your man go "cha-Ching" "I'm tired of getting called a gold digger" well I'm sorry but unless you can prove it im gonna be bitter two loves compared, yours and mine my lover and I took time we learned about eachothers ways and didn't sleep together at the first gaze I can prove I love my man cause he doesn't have much but himself for me your man has always given you crap, from purses to bras and now will come curses my man doesn't need me all the time and i don't need him, just keep that in mind. all you are is leaning on him, money & sin, I mean that's how your relationship did begin? don't try to tell me he cares about you he cares if your staying the night because if he cares he would know that you need family too and that's what he has taken away from you!

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Jul 25, 2016

Jul 25, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC

sarah-kline

MY MAN KNOWS WHAT I WANT TO BE. YOUR MAN KNOWS WHAT YOU WANT HIM TO BUY YOU, oh please!

two loves compared mine and yours your man buys you things in exchange for you to do ****** things my man loves me and tells me everyday "what would I do without you today?" your man has a few cars well at at least my man doesn't go to the bar at least he's not close in age to my friends dad either writing this is even making me mad I need a breather for heavens sake you need time alone, by yourself, to learn yourself "I've always been this way, never alone" a quote directly from you I don't see why a potential independant women needs someone you've turned to a monster I don't know you anymore going against everything our parents have taught us just to hear your man go "cha-Ching" "I'm tired of getting called a gold digger" well I'm sorry but unless you can prove it im gonna be bitter two loves compared, yours and mine my lover and I took time we learned about eachothers ways and didn't sleep together at the first gaze I can prove I love my man cause he doesn't have much but himself for me your man has always given you crap, from purses to bras and now will come curses my man doesn't need me all the time and i don't need him, just keep that in mind. all you are is leaning on him, money & sin, I mean that's how your relationship did begin? don't try to tell me he cares about you he cares if your staying the night because if he cares he would know that you need family too and that's what he has taken away from you!

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Material objects tempt you To leave your mildewy rags in the rearview I know who can help you, he'll be here soon Meaning he's arriving you just gotta sign this Contractually obligating your silence It's not science Even a blind ***** would find this Excitin' See he's taken an interest in ya thighs and how ya roll ya eyes like you know it all But trust me when the dough's involved no ya don't Your just tossing out them bills Throwing em out like it gives you a thrill Gives me chills, when the heats shut off Coughing and coughing, I'm getting sick Waiting on that **** lickity split Pass it around, I'm losing it This ******** piling higher, I'm getting higher Jumping out the window like that **** on fire Waiting on a refund for all the time spent No dimes or dollars even make a dent Remorseful, with a side of content Wait up ***** aint they raisin your rent You need a sugar daddy not a diabetic Let him take away your woes with a couple franklins Getcha takin off clothes at his banks expense Sayin that you bad, need a spankin then And since you want attention this is what you get Hard **** and love are two different things but watch me blur the lines like the drink you sip I've never been good with relationships And I lie tryna hide I'm fake as **** But come to the bedroom Got money and head room just so we dont drown when the blankets wet Afterwards you smoke get your makeup fixed Ask about bank while I take a **** Throw you twenty to make complaining quit Do i smell like money, honey? Take a whiff I smell something, it aint no money You wanna play? Imma need more than some stacks and some grass to want yo *** This aint no game of tic tac toe Three in a row aint gonna beat my woes You're reaping what you sow Can't just throw out them bills no mo It's rich, but you're not You thought you had what you bought But I walked, watch your wallet Cause it can't cash your ******** This aint a relationship Save it, I aint falling for **** You aint having it your way But I'm lovin it

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Jul 5, 2015

Jul 5, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC

the-girl-who-loved-you

GoalDigger ~~~ Collaboration with DaSH

Material objects tempt you To leave your mildewy rags in the rearview I know who can help you, he'll be here soon Meaning he's arriving you just gotta sign this Contractually obligating your silence It's not science Even a blind ***** would find this Excitin' See he's taken an interest in ya thighs and how ya roll ya eyes like you know it all But trust me when the dough's involved no ya don't Your just tossing out them bills Throwing em out like it gives you a thrill Gives me chills, when the heats shut off Coughing and coughing, I'm getting sick Waiting on that **** lickity split Pass it around, I'm losing it This ******** piling higher, I'm getting higher Jumping out the window like that **** on fire Waiting on a refund for all the time spent No dimes or dollars even make a dent Remorseful, with a side of content Wait up ***** aint they raisin your rent You need a sugar daddy not a diabetic Let him take away your woes with a couple franklins Getcha takin off clothes at his banks expense Sayin that you bad, need a spankin then And since you want attention this is what you get Hard **** and love are two different things but watch me blur the lines like the drink you sip I've never been good with relationships And I lie tryna hide I'm fake as **** But come to the bedroom Got money and head room just so we dont drown when the blankets wet Afterwards you smoke get your makeup fixed Ask about bank while I take a **** Throw you twenty to make complaining quit Do i smell like money, honey? Take a whiff I smell something, it aint no money You wanna play? Imma need more than some stacks and some grass to want yo *** This aint no game of tic tac toe Three in a row aint gonna beat my woes You're reaping what you sow Can't just throw out them bills no mo It's rich, but you're not You thought you had what you bought But I walked, watch your wallet Cause it can't cash your ******** This aint a relationship Save it, I aint falling for **** You aint having it your way But I'm lovin it

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Forever neglected Forever dismayed Forever deafened By the cacophony of the trade The antiquated digger stands by A sentient guard of the worker It watches as the tree slowly dissipates Its life slowly crumbling As the voracious chipper Devours the tree whole The worker stands by The digger stands by The chipper chips away The taciturn worker remains Ruminating the existence of the world. Why was he put here? For what reason must he stay with these hallowed construction tools? Do they feel any remorse for the change that they've enacted On the world around them? Are they aware that they transgress the laws of nature? The bellicose chipper Wages war with nature As the people watch so distantly. Its sound makes the neighbors quite belligerent Yet the zealots watch attentively. The pure ignorance The pure neglect The blatant apathy Is something to be seen. Whatever could possess you To follow in the footsteps of the worker To feel his pain as the trimmer Chips away at the trees' centuries The sound of shattered glass Punctuates the air. Perhaps there has been an accident.

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC

majora

The Jurisprudence of the Construction Worker

Forever neglected Forever dismayed Forever deafened By the cacophony of the trade The antiquated digger stands by A sentient guard of the worker It watches as the tree slowly dissipates Its life slowly crumbling As the voracious chipper Devours the tree whole The worker stands by The digger stands by The chipper chips away The taciturn worker remains Ruminating the existence of the world. Why was he put here? For what reason must he stay with these hallowed construction tools? Do they feel any remorse for the change that they've enacted On the world around them? Are they aware that they transgress the laws of nature? The bellicose chipper Wages war with nature As the people watch so distantly. Its sound makes the neighbors quite belligerent Yet the zealots watch attentively. The pure ignorance The pure neglect The blatant apathy Is something to be seen. Whatever could possess you To follow in the footsteps of the worker To feel his pain as the trimmer Chips away at the trees' centuries The sound of shattered glass Punctuates the air. Perhaps there has been an accident.

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An Aussie digger killed in battle but disinclined to die returns to the front line as a spectre wearing a slouch hat and a larrikin grin. Draped in a tattered flag he yells 'Remember Korea, lads and Vietnam and how we went all the way with Menzies and L.B.J.' 'Don't forget Gallipoli men or the fight for peace with George in Iraq and Afghanistan against Al Qaeda and the Taliban. 'Defeat the enemy mates to secure the future as our heritage of service patriotism and pride in U. S foreign policies.'

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Jan 7, 2015

Jan 7, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC

kenneth-walter-simpson

Delinquent Demons

An Aussie digger killed in battle but disinclined to die returns to the front line as a spectre wearing a slouch hat and a larrikin grin. Draped in a tattered flag he yells 'Remember Korea, lads and Vietnam and how we went all the way with Menzies and L.B.J.' 'Don't forget Gallipoli men or the fight for peace with George in Iraq and Afghanistan against Al Qaeda and the Taliban. 'Defeat the enemy mates to secure the future as our heritage of service patriotism and pride in U. S foreign policies.'

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He attends the graves, a tear is shed As he prunes the weeds that grow forth Names, Dates, Year Of there death, Freshly dug, not long for this world He buries them alive He watches there eventual time past Life, Death, Choosing The last breath they take, He sheds a tear upon each passing "A wooden plague" Hammered deep to their passing He looks upon fresh earth, Handfuls smothered upon his self, He cries through dirt drenched skin, these Tears Are Purity That fall upon now dead earth He gazes upon the many plagues That read of each moment they are now past, He sends families the paper of passing A picture, A moment, Frozen In families eyes, The passing he let breath Breathe its last, He is the grave digger, He has many plots fresh for the living to die He will shed many tears that pass In his graveyard Of the living, and the now dead.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC

poetic-t

The Grave Digger

He attends the graves, a tear is shed As he prunes the weeds that grow forth Names, Dates, Year Of there death, Freshly dug, not long for this world He buries them alive He watches there eventual time past Life, Death, Choosing The last breath they take, He sheds a tear upon each passing "A wooden plague" Hammered deep to their passing He looks upon fresh earth, Handfuls smothered upon his self, He cries through dirt drenched skin, these Tears Are Purity That fall upon now dead earth He gazes upon the many plagues That read of each moment they are now past, He sends families the paper of passing A picture, A moment, Frozen In families eyes, The passing he let breath Breathe its last, He is the grave digger, He has many plots fresh for the living to die He will shed many tears that pass In his graveyard Of the living, and the now dead.

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