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.
smooth ruffled feathers
still not enough to disclose despite drowning in the black perfectness conquest going ‘round rounded face and table trite
Mescaline BrissetPublished 6 months ago in PoetsGhosts
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Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsSave Our Home Planet Earth Oh Antiqua and Barbados
If you are lost to locate us You may not be alone trying to locate us We know that many people are lost to locate us ’Cause many have strayed trying to locate us
Simons EskiaPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
Only Careful Dreams
In the circus of my mind, there is a posted sign with inky, curvy lines: only careful dreams. A stifling reminder I must consider, always.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 6 months ago in Poets Sunrise Song
Creamed baritone calls me from edges of slumber and waits… is insistent… has already made plans all of them suave and melodious
The Dani WriterPublished 6 months ago in PoetsFamily Ties
I am my mother in the morning. Exuberant and full of bubbling joy as though someone Dipped their hand into a crisp, cold river
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 6 months ago in PoetsLatchkey Kids
“I willingly believe that the damned are, in one sense, successful, rebels to the end; that the doors of hell are locked on the inside.” — CS Lewis
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
The Winter Stalker
A thin layer of snow coated the streets. I crossed the intersection, acutely aware of the sleets. Angrily walking after a noisy dispute,
Haggar BenPublished 6 months ago in Poets The Undoing
She stood and she listened, to the birds as they called Singing a song, she somehow, recognized She read the writing, fate left for her, on the wall
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsSinuous Pareidolia
The/ / Native | |American on\ \the wall-- Noble\ \ profile, | |alongside a / /woman's breast; Another / / face, \ \on another \ \wall adjacent;
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 months ago in PoetsFamily Tree
Family tree: The umbilical chord as symphony Of all the chords that came before Euphonic, dyscordic, melodic, or atonal Arboreal tributaries upward
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 months ago in PoetsSave Our Home Planet Earth Oh Armenia
Armenia is armoured with natural armour This natural armour is nature's own way Of demonstrating that lack is not lacking
Simons EskiaPublished 6 months ago in Poets