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.
addicted to chaos
I'm so used to it How can I say no to it? I wish I could make a note out of it Write it down and let everyone know I'm a young woman with an addiction
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 6 days ago in Poets- Top Story - April 2024
To the Stars
Evanescence has two faces—but none can be seen. Cast your spells. Do. I won't intervene. Loosen your grip. Lose your head. Let it go.
Willie's Kisses
Willie’s been kissing snakes again. Late on these burning desert afternoons You'll see him sneaking out to the flat rocks
Jean McKinneyPublished 7 days ago in PoetsInclusion Eclipsed
“Even now, you deny us,” Calls of duty roared from necks scared by boot marks Lynched and torn from ancestral homes,
Matthew FrommPublished 7 days ago in PoetsEdge Of The World
I stood on the edge of the world today. Surrounded by demons in chains Collectively they tried my spirit to sway So, I tauntingly asked them their names
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 7 days ago in Poetsin pursuit
Each night concludes with the aim of dreaming lucidly, to see my inamorata again, clutching pillows as if they could ever be you, my consciousness
Pansies in the Wilderness
Born from an unexpected journey, I emerged from the depths of a blue jay’s flight, catapulted into a meadow without a sense of direction. Swallowed in haste, I was a seed, a glimpse of my homeland caught in the bird’s gaze as I basked in the warmth of the sun. Fleetingly, I called her Mother, only to pass through her throat like a specter.
Odubo UkamPublished 7 days ago in PoetsEncounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Hridya SharmaPublished 7 days ago in PoetsLife-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 days ago in Poets- Top Story - April 2024
"PERILOUS CLIMB"
PERIOLOUS CLIMB STRUGGLING TO GET BACK TO THE TOP Expressions of struggling and climbing to the top again a perilous journey of being human.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 7 days ago in Poets MYSTIC VIXEN
I've been plagued with lucid dreams Of the Mystic Vixen, Her voice a velvet thunder Smiting me with silent lightning * Just one brief moment together,
Sincerely RobPublished 7 days ago in PoetsWhen The Frost Whispers My Name
* Ask me in December when the frost whispers my name When you begged me to remember our bodies dancing near the flame
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 days ago in Poets