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.
Cheating Spouse
What do you want from me? Tell me.. speak up… open up… Don’t do this to me… Why I get to know bad news from someone else, instead of you?
Acorn
On most journeys in, he is hovering above the Everyman. Closing his eyes, he know this. He can't help but to peek down at them and wonder if they notice the creature above.
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#1 Break Free
My body is made of muscles yet it can’t endure the weight It gets heavier while I evolve- You know a sunflower stuck in a cage unable to reach the sky
COMMON SENSE
Common sense what Is sense? If they had It no nonsense If they don’t blank blank…. Cannot teach them their expense But It’s cool It’s up to those
Haychie_ArtistPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Pollen of Inspiration
Their chaos Is to our creation Many thanks to the bees Pollen of inspiration To the psyche of suppression Hidden desires pack a punch
The Domino ImpactPublished 7 months ago in Poets"Stay With Me"
"Stay with me." whispers the disembodied voice. "Please, stay here forever." 👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱👻😱
Kelsey ClareyPublished 7 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Christmas poem
Let the bells ring so loud Join the wishful and lovely crowd Let that joy look through your heart You will have a perfect start
I felt a funeral in my brain
I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through.
Ode to a Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
icarus didn't have a love story
Whatever would I do without you by my side? It's a question I ask myself whenever I think to swallow my pride. But to risk the bond we have, I couldn't bring myself!
Tommy BallardPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Wolves Are Howling
For Chloe Rose Violet's Writing Prompts for October: https://vocal.media/writers/writing-prompts-for-october *** "Gripping Beast" motif on the Osberg ship (Viking): beasts locked in a chain of struggle. Can be wolves, griffons, dragons, eagles etc.
Rob AngeliPublished 7 months ago in PoetsGrounded and Hounded
If your health is failing, you're out of luck Confined to your bed, there's a reason you're stuck While your immune system's pounded
Thavien YliasterPublished 7 months ago in Poets