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.
Cornucopia: The Fairy Goat and the Horn of Plenty
AMALATHEIA the FAIRY GOAT In with the mythos and mystical stewing ensues whereby what do we see of this in the indeterminate morass-muddle of constellation soup,
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsFaunus/Girls Gone Wild
Foreshadowed by the ancient gloom FAUNUS was said by some primordially to be a “Wolf-God,” the Strangler horny goat by the Hermes anecdote: PsychoPomp of the little death: one-handed: material mercurial trickster: he brought the fire: he was the messenger: as Prometheus was the forethought and Epimetheus the afterthought in the hornygoatweed :
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsIncipit
ET IN ARCADIA EGO Extraordinary Discourses of Unnecessary Matter [in PASTORAL MODE] Sketch [EX URBE, the urban exodus, in the sense of to or from the city. The Industrial Revolution sends out its siren call and the rustic masses flock to its beating buzz centers: the urban exodus. Conversely a reverse movement of countryside inversion in solace-seekers sprung from urban stock find countryside perversions, some of them vacationers, others rugged mountaineers, all newly scientific in their evolving farming techniques, or revolving waves of posh burghers searching extended stretches of villa space on the campus intending to come enjoy the sweet morning dew and the fresh country air. Can you blame them even one little bit?
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsVeil of Deception
Beneath a cloak of whispers, shadows weave, Deceiveful souls, masters of deceit, In silken words, their treachery concealed, They spin their webs, with slyness revealed.
Michael DavisPublished 11 months ago in PoetsSnowflake
I am a snowflake. I was born from the shivers of the wind and the tears of a spongy cloud. I parachute to the sky with my other sisters, a ballet in the middle of a blue stage. We dance and turn, all the while maintaining graceful poise. I fall peacefully through the sky like a gentle feather, taking my time and enjoying the view from above the world. The ground below looks ominous, but accepting. There are plenty of my brothers and sisters, in a tight hug sweeping the floor. I brace myself for the impact, but a sharp gust of wind nudges me elsewhere. I find myself face to face with a girl. Others of my kind litter her grey hat, and she giggles as she notices them on the tip of her nose and the ends of her eyelashes. She looks around for someone to giggle with, but her only reply was a strong gust of wind. Her smile suddenly vanished into a thin, hard line. She looks lonely. I stare into her deep brown eyes, and can't help but wonder. I want to shout to her. "I am here!
Carly ButtonPublished 11 months ago in Poets"The Beauty Within: A Haunting Elegy"
Amidst shadows cast and tales untold, "True Beauty" reveals a secret to behold, A reflection of the soul, where beauty resides,
Khudair Ahmed ShaikhPublished 11 months ago in Poets"A Comedy of Errors: Love's Whims in Waikiki"
In the realm of mirth and mishaps untold, "Waikiki" unfolds, a comedy to behold, A tapestry of laughter, where love takes flight,
Khudair Ahmed ShaikhPublished 11 months ago in Poets"The Prince's Ascension: A Journey Through Time"
Upon the stage of time's vast tapestry, "Rooftop Prince" unveils a tale for all to see, A journey through realms, where love transcends,
Khudair Ahmed ShaikhPublished 11 months ago in Poets"The Dance of Joy: A Celebration of Happiness"
In the realm of joy, a dance unfurls, Happiness, a muse that lights our world, Where hearts embrace the warmth of bliss, An ode to its essence, in Auden's lyrical kiss.
Khudair Ahmed ShaikhPublished 11 months ago in Poets"The Many Faces of Healing: A Tapestry of Souls"
Amidst the tapestry of life's intricate thread, "Kill Me Heal Me" weaves a tale, where souls are led, A journey of redemption, through fractured hearts it roams,
Khudair Ahmed ShaikhPublished 11 months ago in PoetsFraction
Doubt, a constant companion, we never knew for sure, In times like this, all mind's perception blurs. Suffering seems to be our share,
Centina Alexa König-WeichhardtPublished 11 months ago in Poets"Lunar Serenade: Illuminating the Night's Embrace"
In the velvet night, a celestial gleam, A silver orb, the moon's supreme. With grace and beauty, it lights the sky, Captivating hearts as it glides on high.