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.
First Day of Fall — Spooky Season Is Here
If you're reading this, you're a lover of the spooky season too. What is it that intrigues you? Draws you in? Here is a little BGM for your reading today.
Does The Willow Weep
The stillness of thought and the silence of screams, Are the things made of wonder and heart, and of dreams. The twisting and whirling of magic and choice,
Sherrie-Skye B. WinterzPublished 7 months ago in Poets“Trick or treat”
Trick or treat! It's time to be scared But isn't that always? ... The crunch of leaves mimics the snap of bones Laugher mocks my screams of truth
Rose Gold Princess
This villanelle came from a suggestion by my Muse about the colour Rose Gold and gave me a chance to use the word "Acquiesce" in a poem, which I believe is the first time I have used it in any writing. It is the title of a favourite Oasis song of mine which I used to play with Spoon.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 7 months ago in PoetsDamages
Verse 1. Something in My head made a very poor calculation The day you appeared,I stopped being scared, as You were my Protection
Andrew LittlePublished 7 months ago in PoetsLOVE in OCTOBER!
In October's amber embrace we find, A love that blooms, so gentle, so kind. Beneath the crimson and golden canopy, Two hearts entwined, wild and free.
Naim RashidPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Recent Update ...
"When my older version tries to understand what's new in my new version, My new version says: I'm becoming more comfortable being Alone,
Celestial Carnival: An Extraterrestrial's Delight
In a world where stars above do gleam, I'd introduce you to a splendid dream. A realm of colors, both wild and bright,
Hania NasirPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHer tissue was turqua green
Her tissue was turqua green and She drank London tea Her home was a tree green leaves and butterfly, not a common brimstone this time but a completely unknown one flew without the wings of color to Her real home
The book tree
There is a world where books live, nestled betwixt the shelved leaves of magnificent trees Rumor has it, that if any humans, fairies, ogres, or aliens of any sorts
Novel AllenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsGlory to the glorious Dessalines!
In the year forty-eight of his coming Of his reign, the third In full flight like a mighty eagle Our intrepid general was stopped
Louinel EstimablePublished 7 months ago in PoetsBewitching Hour
Bewitching Hour When the clock strikes midnight, And the world holds its breath, A magical veil descends upon the earth,
Nicole (Nikki) M.Published 7 months ago in Poets