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.
true friendship
5. I come to find out there’s no fool coming out and we had to order Our own stuff waiter came out and asked us what would you like to drink but I thought that the weather was just hired by the people to serve us I don’t know what I was actually later asking me what I wanted for my order anyways I just asked for a water cause that’s usually what I drink and then they came back out and asked us what would you like to eat today again do you think that we will be paying for anything
Robbie BalePublished 12 months ago in Poetstrue friendship
3. so the party was at one of our local restaurants it was a celebration so I thought that the food was gonna be already paid for ready for us to just eat boy was I wrong me and Johnny walked over because the restaurant wasn’t too far from my house they were in a backpack and I can smell the food i really like apples and bananas the aroma just hit so much I was so excited to just grub I was like free food say less there’s nothing other than that I can get me out the house
Robbie BalePublished 12 months ago in Poetstrue friendship
4. So we’re having a good time before the food comes out I’m conversing with everybody I haven’t seen so many people in a minute but that’s OK it’s still felt like we picked up where we left off with some of these people how am i going to get to bag in a few weeks I'm really outside I’m just excited to eat I don’t want to ask and be rude how long is the food going to be but desperately I was starving I haven’t eaten all day I’m just ready to grub stop talking to me.
Robbie BalePublished 12 months ago in Poetstrue friendship
6. I got me a chicken sandwich and some fries just a standard stuff I really didn’t wanna go all out but that menu was looking crazy like there was so much stuff on there but again I thought everything was on the house gang so but anyways we’re all having a good time in years and then the waiter comes back asking us how everything is and then she has are the bills together or separate I thought she was just joking around you know having a good laugh with the customers but no she was being dead serious
Robbie BalePublished 12 months ago in Poetstrue friendship
7. I don’t worry bro five dollars my meals about 12 I didn’t expect this I thought everything was gonna be paid for I was really panicking I told Ari I didn’t have any money and he told me don’t worry about it man I got you I was like Johnny bro you are a W man’s I got you for life don’t even worry about it so that moment that’s when I knew Johnny was locked in for life breaking bread with the homie I can't wait until I'm up one day not one day but pretty soon
Robbie BalePublished 12 months ago in Poetstrue friendship
8. The waiter came back around and Johnny said in the building together I gave him my five dollars for two just so I can pay for something I’m so glad that he paid for me because I don’t know what I was gonna do one I was probably gonna run out the restaurant because there was no way I was gonna be washing dishes to pay for my meal you got me messed all the way up so anyways we left the party and walk back to the crib search an anti-climatic day really don’t wanna do that again
Robbie BalePublished 12 months ago in PoetsThe Misadventures of Fred the Prankster Duck
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a duck named Fred. Now, Fred was not an ordinary duck. He had a wicked sense of humor and loved playing pranks on his fellow barnyard animals.
Abdul MoizPublished 12 months ago in PoetsAroma Of Delicious Food
On the table, what do I see? A heap of food so inviting to me. There's roast turkey and gravy so rich, Mashed potatoes and carrots – what a pitch!
𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗Published 12 months ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2023
A poem from The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
You say my eyes are like smooth chocolate, And I feel so very pleased, But your eyes are blue like steel, So I don’t think of any food,
Sandra Tena ColePublished 12 months ago in Poets Divine Embrace
In the realm where grace resides, A tale of love eternal resides, Where mortals seek solace anew, In the embrace of love divine, so true.
Fixing Fences
the slow bit we were supposed to be fixing fences, fields and farms and things instead we mixed our meds and got ready for whatever
A Plea for Peace
We are all children of the same world, We are all made of the same stardust, We are all brothers and sisters, We are all one.