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.
rainbow river ribbons
sparks between the trees sun cast its rays, ribbons’ bliss metamorphosed air * 21 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in Poetsterrified
charred rock haunts me down to the black centre and back dark thoughts – earthly threat * 22 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsChild of Earth
Earth below my feet I breathe the air and water Fire runs through my veins
annika la vinaPublished about a year ago in PoetsGenesis
Again, Venus rises. The ocean is calm at last. The flood has ended. - Earth can breathe again. Mass carnage, all for nothing.
Ashley LimaPublished about a year ago in PoetsEarthly Remains
Casket beneath soil But not my heart. 'Til then, I Knock for you again
M DannenfelserPublished about a year ago in PoetsLosing Old Friends My Age
It’s hard to spend your whole life frozen, stuck forever-in one place, I guess I should have run, and left this town. It’s appealing to be the stranger, where no one knows your face,
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago in PoetsRemember
Tears running down dirt-stained cheeks. Little feet that are battered and bruised. Lost in the horrors of life. Running for her life.
Jasmine HarrisPublished about a year ago in PoetsElemental Presence
Choose a foundation, Let the earth lend us her stone. Marble, brick and gold. Pillars rising high To the starry fashioned dome.
Caroline CorreiaPublished about a year ago in PoetsLake
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Talia DevoraPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Real World
We brought up high school, my sister and I, and I relived it for the first time in five years. How am I twenty two years old?
Jamie RamsayPublished about a year ago in PoetsYou’re Not So Gathered In My Head Anymore
I’ve assigned gratitude to the fall evenings I will spend in my sister’s living room, the jazz from the record player, jumping behind our relaxed, diluted conversation.
Jamie RamsayPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Midnight Toker 'But A Joker
Smoke a huff to cough. Boots break puddles only 'cause... Quick breaks end in muck.
Ángel SierraPublished about a year ago in Poets