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.
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Doctor Doctor always straight forward to answer my complaints as entitled to perform primary doctor roles always in the hospital every minute of the day, so responsive to prescribe an antidote or suppressant to whatever the bothersome ailment reveals from diagnosis being attentive to my current status , so I can rely on what you recommend a recovery method describing health & fitness lately acting upon without wasting a moments notice to recover my vigors vigilant image oh my vigor my diminished vigor with the helpful doctors help I am able to uplift my vigors image fore very overprotective about keeping my fitness & health up to public standards in this decade of pandemonium causing widespread ailments while my immediate concern is to devise a schedule system whenever doctor asks for virtual visits or need in-person visits to avoid being a victim in this health & safety decade
By Stanley Lyte4 years ago in Poets
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Mild mannered Sir Milten Sr. Knows keeping his above the clouds is worthwhile since the sound of reign is nowhere. Sir Sir Milten Sr. Is wise wise to stand at the helm countless times with a compass designed to calculate range for north, south, west, east locations this is a normal plight to check routinely then suddenly he gains sight and makes course change Sir Milten Sr. values time to save lives who have fallen overboard or helpless, because of high winds, tidal waves offshore, so he continuously sails to make another round of tours
By Stanley Lyte4 years ago in Poets
rambling on
You're laughter and joy and every gift and every toy that I've loved and I've lost but I loved way too much so I found them again. And you're the sun and the stars and Saturn and Mars and Venus and Neptune and even Earth too. And with all of life's struggles your soft morning snuggles are heaven and everything else left in between. And if things just get worse and not better, I'm happy that one day you lent me your sweater and I got to imagine and think of for real how comfy and cozy and fuzzy you'd feel when you're doing the things that you do looking cute. And people love silver and people love gold and people apparently love doing what they're told but i love the perfectly imperfect jokes that you tell and the way that you smell and the love that you give and the life that we live. And now I recognize beauty in the birds and the bees because beauty is simple and warming and free, and the world can be hurtful and scary indeed but the meaning of life is hearing you snore next to me and even if there's lots more beaches and mountains to see, together is always the best place to be.
By Annika La Vina 4 years ago in Poets
question everything
question everything you're told; be especially critical of the things you tell yourself. nothing is ever indisputable; and if it is, then it's a lie worn as plain as the smile on your face as if that's the long and short story. is it hypocrisy or ignorance that justifies the double-standard? or is the point to not have one because that's how you reconcile it with yourself? using omissions and empty promises to fill in the gaps. you can best be described as a negatively emotion, calorically; or in other words, you're the celery of love cause it takes more to process you than you'll ever offer back. i loved your satire performance on contemporary mating rituals until i saw in you where the irony is really presented.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
