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.
the horizon's secret (1)
Captain Elara Mason stood at the viewport of the Endeavor, her gaze fixed on the distant curve of Zephyra-7. The planet, cloaked in swirling violet clouds, was a marvel of vibrant ecosystems and strange topography, but it was the horizon that intrigued her most.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
The Light That lost its life
Death lay its icy hands on Siyana as she traced the reminiscence of her past. Glowing in the beauty of light, she was sunshine in every realm of her existence, with her touch she would heal and with her laugh, she would fill every soul with abundant zeal. Alas, every light that was blazed with radiance faces its plight. As she returned home, the love of her life smashed her head with a lamp, accused of shunning her chastity, in his rage he vowed to kill her. Thunder rambled across the city, hearing the sound as she looked out the window, looms of darkness surmounted their house, calling to the wind and announcing in the trumpets of air,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Balderdash
My chosen word: Balderdash meaning senseless, stupid, or exaggerated talk or writing; nonsense. I love this word. I love the sound of it as it rolls off the tongue; I love the fact that it is tied up with Britishness; I love using it in the way that it was meant, to say in one word "I don't know what you're talking about, you absolute buffoon", although that sentence in itself is one that makes me smile. When researching the word, the internet also stated this: "Balderdash is a rather out-of-date and archaic word now, with very British overtones. The sort of word a P.G. Wodehouse character might use. Use it in a light-hearted way, therefore, and about something that's pretty trivial." I take umbrage at the "rather out-of-date and archaic" description of this magnificent word. It may not be in general use but I'm keeping it alive and will continue to spout it at every available opportunity.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
