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.
My Favorite Comfort Foods
Are Food and Love Connected ? We all know what love is. At the simplest level, love just means intimated connected to somebody else that is not only soul-soothing but also deeply fulfilling and nourishing. And one of the best ways to increase this intimacy is through food.
By Peeping_Soul4 years ago in Poets
Sanctuary
Sometimes I contemplate the old times. I was writing a lot under brass oil lamps and a pen between smudged fingers. Fingers that played all kinds of dirt with charm. No penny for bread if it wasn't for that. Despite the pen and the muse, the male pen name, the publishing on print and poetic collections for the brandies and soirees, the same gentlemen would pay more for the flesh than for the spirit. I'm not making a fool of myself. I had chosen this life with pride. I enjoyed it even. You see, you're not seductive. You're the very lust itself. The type of lust that everyone desires but can't possess. The cheap and ephemeral. The truest of kinds. Then I'd feel the dirt all over me. I'd smell the stench on my skin. I'd scratch it off for hours with green soap, I'd wash the hair in distilled nectar, I'd spread on the neck and wrist aromas picked from spice markets of the East, potions and elixirs and herbs, I'd sip the absinthe and exhale the roasted tobacco. Nothing. The magic would disappear. It was only the curses that stayed. Because the stench had soaked and rooted in the inside, emanating. Poison brew simmering in the cauldron and the fumes intoxicating.
By Jessie Wylder4 years ago in Poets
An Unrequited Mother
Author's Notes: Pleased to meet You. Before You go ahead and read this story, may I ask of you to please go and read Benighted's story "Unrequited?" His story was the inspiration for this poem. It would mean a lot to the both of us. Thank You.
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
