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.
Ribbons
If I could wrap a ribbon around the places you have touched You wouldn't need to see it written there are no places left untouched
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsBetrayed
What do you assert What is your intention Behind your clever words Are you intending to hurt? Are you asking me as I write this?
Harinder SinghPublished 6 months ago in PoetsShadow and Bone....
In this life, shadows and bones, It's as if nothing truly known. Blood, it surges through our veins, Pounding like unstoppable trains.
Habit
gotta get a real habit gotta get me something dark gotta find a way back gotta catch that spark have i got this habit
Pencil and Paper
Pencil and paper, timeless pair, In today's digital world, you're still there. With screens and keyboards all around,
Kindred SoulPublished 6 months ago in PoetsIn the Maze
Through a maze, where to go? The bush turns right, left, and then forward. Go! What is behind you? Don't look back. Get out of the maze.
James GreenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Attack on Marriage’s
As 2023 is concluding, I wanted to touch on the topic of marriage. If you've been reading and watching the news, you are seeing celebrities getting divorced left and right. It seems like there's a dark cloud over marriages. And personally, I'm sure many of us know that "happy" uncle and aunt who have been married for 30 years, "suddenly" calling it quits. What seems to be going on with marriages in 2023?
- Top Story - October 2023
Why Doesn't it Fit?
Why will it not fit? Why won't the damn kettle fit? Milk goes in the fridge. * No matter the force No matter the damn angle
Paul StewartPublished 6 months ago in Poets The Coven's Call
In the heart of the forest, where shadows dwell, A coven of witches weaves their spell. Bound by magic, by sisterhood true,
One Night
Creaking floors, squeaking doors, shadows drift around. You’re all alone, so what’s that noise? You don’t recognise that sound.
Hazel RymellPublished 6 months ago in Poetsspiders' eyes and angels' smiles
strip me of my halo and smash my smile to smithereens there is no point playing hero when all you want is for me to crumble.
Unveiling the Heart's Inquiries
In a world where thoughts collide and churn, A heart aches, with questions that burn. "I'm not alone in this, I'm sure," you say,
Lara BlessingPublished 6 months ago in Poets