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.
Lana Del Rey: a great American poet
The corner parcel of 100 E Ocean Boulevard isn't mythic. It's a little fix of scrubland, rubble and grass, graffitied wall boards, two or three vertebral palms. Round the back, a parking area, black-top blanched and wiped out under the Los Angeles sun, and a steel wall, effectively versatile. It wasn't similar to this all of the time. Worked in 1919, the Jergins Trust Building used to remain on the site, its square-jawed congruity tempered by the cut support points that used to enhance the highest point of its ten stories, straight-upheld against the blue sky. The workplace block was crushed in 1988, notwithstanding the humble endeavors of government authorities to save it - the proprietors guaranteed an inn would be based on the grounds and impeded all endeavors to add it to the legacy register. The Jergins Trust Building exists now just in several filed paper reports, a nearby history blog and the recollections of some more seasoned LA occupants. What's more, that is all there is to it: a blip, an intriguing tale, a piece of mostly secret neighborhood history.
By Chiara Salvesi3 years ago in Poets
random #6
Let me see if I can just get this started because I don’t know why I’m so lazy and unmotivated to get this done. summer just started. I know I'm not supposed to compare my life to others, but it’s just so depressing seeing everybody else living out their dreams and we're just stuck in the house all day. this is actually easier than I thought I really do think I can get about maybe a little done if I was just got off my seat and just got it done. it’s not really that hard. Man that was easy I gotta keep going like this. keep pushing.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
Dreams unleashed
In the realm of dreams, where wonders reside, Where imagination takes its daring stride, A canvas unfurls, a tapestry so vast, Where hopes and desires forever hold fast. In slumber's embrace, the mundane takes flight, A symphony of colors, a celestial light. I wander through realms where logic's constrained, And possibilities, boundless and unrestrained. Oh, dreams! How you whisper in the dead of night, Igniting visions, igniting my soul's delight. In your ethereal realm, I am truly free, To explore, create, and become who I long to be. Through hazy mists and mystic haze, A portal opens to enchanted days, Mountains soar, kissed by golden sun, And rivers dance, their melodies spun. I chase fleeting shadows, elusive and bright, Grasping at whispers that melt with first light. For dreams are a sanctuary, a secret retreat, Where aspirations and secrets dare to meet. In dreams, I've sailed upon a moonlit sea, Where mermaids sing, calling out to me. I've soared on wings of seraphic grace, Through starlit galaxies, I've found my place. But dreams can also weave a twisted tale, Of fears and shadows that make hearts quail. They beckon us to face the depths within, To conquer our demons, let new chapters begin. Dreams, ephemeral yet profound, In sleep's embrace, in sleep we're bound. They nourish our spirits, they fuel our flame, A glimpse of what might be, a life unrestrained. So let us embrace this nocturnal frontier, Where the boundaries of reality disappear. For in the land of dreams, anything is true, And the impossible becomes real,
By Bestwrites3 years ago in Poets
DE AMICITIA: A Friendship Sonnet
In response to Mike Singleton's Sonnet Challenge "Write a Sonnet or Villanelle about Friendship" in the Vocal Social Society Group on Facebook. Still figuring out some of this Facebook stuff, so I figured I'd post it on here, even if said challenge were over. I'd been working this one for a while, wanted to launch it.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
