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.
Draw a poem
draw a poem in a single word draw a poem in the autumn coat draw a poem in the winter fake fur draw a poem in the springtime bloom
Nuke Divine
Somewhere in time, Condemned by our own hands, We unleashed the death divine. Its truly a crime .. Death Divine .. The curse we wrought shall backfire,
AlexxmarcerPublished 9 months ago in PoetsDream Orchestra
Drifting off to sleep My mind takes flight like a spacecraft Journey to the unknown .. The beating of the vivid world getting transparent, avenging.
AlexxmarcerPublished 9 months ago in PoetsPencil
Though not as mighty as the sword, Nor pen, the pencil's sharper. To make a tiny dot it's best When wielded by a drafter.
Raymond G. TaylorPublished 9 months ago in PoetsWriter's Insanity
Writer's Insanity Some may say that insanity is unwarranted, Piling upon me words causing thoughts unwanted.
Dan R FowlerPublished 9 months ago in PoetsLovely Bit of Nightmare Fuel
Waking up, covered in sweat Aphids crawl in every crevice Dirt blocking out my vision The little I can see Is black, bleary and blurry
Paul StewartPublished 9 months ago in PoetsTelekillers
Over the hills and far away Telekillers come to play * Uno (Uno) Dos (Dos) Tres (Tres) Quatro (Quatro) * Telekillers
Paul StewartPublished 9 months ago in PoetsRoses of Sorrow
Roses of sorrow, Without a tomorrow, Devoid of mirth, Craving rebirth. A barren soul In a garden of ghouls, Its lifeless eye
Jūlija @beeofjulyPublished 9 months ago in PoetsOde tae a Caunle
Thay see ye as juist anither bittie o’ junk or piece o’ clatter * An orniment tae gaither dust ignored an’ mislippen
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 9 months ago in PoetsOde to Old Faithful: More Than Just a Blue Sweater
Just a sweater A gift A necessity Nothing special on the surface Just a few, fine stripes Along the chest And a prominent
Paul StewartPublished 9 months ago in PoetsSunwise Wisdom
In the realm of skies, where wisdom's spun, There reigns a star, the radiant sun. A beacon bold, from dawn till dusk, Its golden rays, a gift to us.
Ode to Rain
Rain it is painfully unjust how some have come to loath you they use umbrellas to reject your peppering kisses run indoors to escape your cathartic touches