surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
IDYLL
IDYLL while I weary myself with reading aloud there you are weaving a basket of fluvial wicker still moist and pliant and the must fomenting with the bubbly hiss of a hoarsest whisper drones midday from the wine vats with the cicada locustals’ bass continuo underlining; while the roots of the sylvan beech hold in the ebullient waters from eroding the humus of soil-cake underneath and the branches above ramify into a kind of textual shelter-place for weary wanderers in word land. There are shadows inter-insinuated in segments,
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Faunus/Girls Gone Wild. Content Warning.
Foreshadowed by the ancient gloom FAUNUS was said by some primordially to be a “Wolf-God,” the Strangler horny goat by the Hermes anecdote: PsychoPomp of the little death: one-handed: material mercurial trickster: he brought the fire: he was the messenger: as Prometheus was the forethought and Epimetheus the afterthought in the hornygoatweed :
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Incipit
ET IN ARCADIA EGO Extraordinary Discourses of Unnecessary Matter [in PASTORAL MODE] Sketch [EX URBE, the urban exodus, in the sense of to or from the city. The Industrial Revolution sends out its siren call and the rustic masses flock to its beating buzz centers: the urban exodus. Conversely a reverse movement of countryside inversion in solace-seekers sprung from urban stock find countryside perversions, some of them vacationers, others rugged mountaineers, all newly scientific in their evolving farming techniques, or revolving waves of posh burghers searching extended stretches of villa space on the campus intending to come enjoy the sweet morning dew and the fresh country air. Can you blame them even one little bit?
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Veil of Deception
Beneath a cloak of whispers, shadows weave, Deceiveful souls, masters of deceit, In silken words, their treachery concealed, They spin their webs, with slyness revealed. Beware the charm that dances on their lips, For hidden daggers lie within their grips, Like serpents coiled, they slither in the dark, Their hollow promises, a poisonous spark. With guileful masks, they wear a false façade, Their hearts entwined in webs so finely wrought, They smile, they laugh, but behind their gaze, Lies a labyrinth of lies and wicked ways. Their eyes, like mirrors, reflecting shallow souls, Manipulating hearts, achieving selfish goals, Yet in their wake, destruction is their trail, Leaving broken hearts, like ships lost in a gale. Oh, deceiveful ones, your time will come, When truth's bright sword will pierce your kingdom, For honesty prevails, though you may scheme, In the end, your illusions crumble, like a dream. So, heed my warning, stay away, be wise, From those who wear deceit as their disguise, For truth and trust are beacons in the night, Guiding us through darkness, towards the light.
By Michael Davis3 years ago in Poets
Snowflake
I am a snowflake. I was born from the shivers of the wind and the tears of a spongy cloud. I parachute to the sky with my other sisters, a ballet in the middle of a blue stage. We dance and turn, all the while maintaining graceful poise. I fall peacefully through the sky like a gentle feather, taking my time and enjoying the view from above the world. The ground below looks ominous, but accepting. There are plenty of my brothers and sisters, in a tight hug sweeping the floor. I brace myself for the impact, but a sharp gust of wind nudges me elsewhere. I find myself face to face with a girl. Others of my kind litter her grey hat, and she giggles as she notices them on the tip of her nose and the ends of her eyelashes. She looks around for someone to giggle with, but her only reply was a strong gust of wind. Her smile suddenly vanished into a thin, hard line. She looks lonely. I stare into her deep brown eyes, and can't help but wonder. I want to shout to her. "I am here!
By Carly Button3 years ago in Poets
