Poetry Landscapes

Joined September 2021

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Bio

We are a poet influenced by Charles Bukowski, and Button poets such as Anis Mojgani, Neil Hilborn and Andrea Gibson. He follows the outlaw style and utilizes surrealist landscapes. Find more at https://poetrylandscapes.com

Stories (55/0)

Consequence
Tomorrow Tomorrow is closer. . Our legs taking us to a strange space, creating a different itineration of the story written.
By Poetry Landscapes7 months ago in Poets
Dragon
I have claws. Blood dried, dirt encrusted, they are dangerous, they grow longer. Still, . I love what there is to love.
By Poetry Landscapes8 months ago in Poets
Borderline
The night I tried to save her I learned, the people we love cannot be saved. . I don’t remember too much,
By Poetry Landscapesabout a year ago in Poets
Hands
The night was long, the mist of fall morning extinguishes the fires of a summer, loitering . too late, past the appropriate
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets
Oracle
Maybe if I gouged out my eyes I wouldn't see. Sometimes vision deludes the senses, bends reality. . Dim's one's sense of self,
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets
Apotheosynthesis
We crossed paths at the open mic, after the lecture about Beowulf, . and the foundations of English literature. . An hour about treasure,
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets
Giggles
The clock cascades into the ether of a spent day, . the bed is comforting, as sheets enwrap us in our princess Zelda blanket.
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets
No Regret
No regrets. None. Have you ever tasted the words, the space between the letters? . Be still, the words have merit. They consecrate,
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets
Myth
The past exists as a myth, a strategic death laying hidden behind a fading sun, a dying star. . A fertile ground facing forward, but
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets
Cross
Our story eclipses the shadows of the vanishing moon. . Light rising on strands, touching high desert loneliness, an intentional melancholy.
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets
Midnight
Mara and I cradled each other, both intertwined in the brush and debris. I could feel the moon, . her starry children,
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is closer. . Our legs taking us to a strange space, creating a different itineration of the story written. .
By Poetry Landscapes2 years ago in Poets

Poetry Landscapes

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Consequence

Dragon

Borderline

Hands

Oracle

Apotheosynthesis

Giggles

No Regret

Myth

Cross

Midnight

Tomorrow

Stories (55/0)