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.
Six word story
I dreamed I could fall asleep.
Love Letter
wrote a love letter to myself this morning it's me against me in a positive way I'm getting real deep in my spirituality
I Am Sav ReneePublished 9 months ago in PoetsLife
Goals - I destroyed them Mistakes - I made the Pain - I lived them Tears - I've cried them Chances - I wasted them Moments - I lost them Regrets - I have them Secrets - I've kept them Talents - I denied them Forgiveness - I gave them Debts - I paid them Love - I granted them Rewards - I got them Wake up Calls - I heard them Wounds - I gave and received them Second Chances - I took them *
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 9 months ago in PoetsWhispers of the Forgotten Wine
A man stood forsaken, his heart entwined, By a wine bottle abandoned, memories behind, In misty daylight, joy begins to ignite,
AlexxmarcerPublished 9 months ago in PoetsFed to Machines
Molotov: Poems By Tom Baker Last night in my dreams, Serenaded by screams, I was fed to machines-- (I was marched past the pools of crystalline tears, where spinning spikes render flesh into shreds.)
Enchanted Forest Symphony
In a realm where nature's artistry thrives, A forest awakens, where beauty survives. An emerald tapestry draped 'neath the skies,
Barnabas PayamPublished 9 months ago in PoetsA Time for Reflection
A Time for Reflection: Embracing Growth and Change Introduction In our fast-paced world, taking the time for reflection has become more crucial than ever. Amidst the constant rush of modern life, pausing to look within ourselves can help us identify areas where we can grow and improve. In this article, we will delve into the significance of taking time for reflection, exploring how it can help us embrace growth and positive change in our personal and professional lives.
Celeste EverlyPublished 9 months ago in PoetsLong Days
You left me here, Craving your taste. A long day without you Is going to waste. To feel your edges, And the wetness on my tongue.
We're all mad here
My mind is like a rabbit hole On an adventure to wonderland. Not knowing whether I’d be the mad hatter Or the Cheshire cat.
Hey Dorothy, Oz Has Gone To The Dogs
Somewhere over the rainbow, dream or fallacy? Is it really everything, who knows, or just some warped, reality? Seems we’re always selling something,
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 9 months ago in PoetsPieces of me as an undergraduate pt. 2
Fear of Failure The fear of failure is like a scab. An irritable feeling that does not go away at first. When you pick at it, it rips, bleeds, and becomes worse
Love, Live the Life
Love a joy oh dear. Deep bond with core pure. Hand in hand we go and glow. To ride along the flow. Warm hugs hold a beam.