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.
UnMaid*
"I have seen the New Man. He was cruel and intrepid. I was afraid of him." An Austrian Painter I'll never forget 2023 as the Year of the Machine.
A Veäry Tale
Introduction I am still reading "Orlam" by Polly Jean Harvey and each page in the book is set out in English, then her Dorset dialect. At the end of the book is a glossary of words used in the book and I have to thank Judey Kalchik for providing this link for me to use:
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
This is Mine
i'm in love with the lisp i am a part of the lie (i tell myself) my words begin to revolt at the end of my tongue this is my impediment
The climax drama of love
Day and night, I walk and talk. Up and down my thoughts were a wonder in awe, in the way that I never go. The climax drama of love still going on,
Avila OsintaPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
Exotic Body Parts
You say your anatomical snuff box Cannot accommodate my proboscis And my hairy glabella Is not my best seller . And your lovely lunulae
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 months ago in Poets Silly Lily
I heard a story of a lily with a golden crown A story told, not by words but by the absence of sound Evident was the poison that drove men to unconsciousness
Juo Nwafor-OrizuPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMother Nature
S urfaces and textures. Outwardly assumed. Though their cosmetic cover, may not be what we've presumed. M any different textures displayed, below and above. Showing us by touch, what the world is made of
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsTurning
Throwing the log on the wheel I grab my chisel as it begins to spin Who will win The day will have to wait and see Will it be this block
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsWrong Place, Wrong Time
I feel misplaced, Detached, An evolving conundrum Of a disjointed life. My body is here Whilst my soul lingers
Cindy CalderPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Return of the Son of Deep Thoughts
No bad read goes unpublished. I was once picked last for solitaire. If bed bugs come from beds, where do cockroaches come from?
Kendall DefoePublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
You
Seeping into my pores The smell of your sweat Soaking into me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in Poets I Hope You Dream
I hope you dream, awake or asleep. Just know that I will listen to these recordings of your heart and soul. I hope, when someone says they don't care about things so inconsequential or scoffs over the silliness of it all, that you remember a silly little thing once saved me.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 6 months ago in Poets