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.
i hate flowers
the dominoes stood ready, anticipating a single moment to begin so they may fall one by one at each other's side. i dare to ask a question,
⸘jason alan‽Published 4 months ago in PoetsRot 4 Relish
While I rot for relish singing soporific ballads, A tune rings a mile of salient sorrow, I’m gone> to embark on the path of rapscallions.
Kece SunrosePublished 4 months ago in PoetsMirror, Mirror
Has ever one single looking glass ever stared right at you, looking back? Watching as all of your faces passed, changing; crying; aging; trying?
The correction
At the five millionth coffee they decided to take the bull by the horns hands on their thighs rose in chorus from the folding chairs arranged in a circle
Styx
So say we all until the last to fall These days too relent From crumbled walls we stand tall Without fear at all do you now recall
Kuro SeijakuPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSelf Destruct
Through a working day into a snowy slippery night The roads where slick gleaming off the moonlight Shimmering my way forward i lost direction
Blake RobertPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHeart Messenger’s
Tell me, do you wait for the words Or do you toss them around Longing for your heart to be heard * Do you scavenge, like a bird
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in Poetsgenui ignem
I birthed a fire from an embroyonic state to a fully-fleshed entity deep inside oh how it burns * my lungs breathed life into
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsYou Were Formed In Me!
You were formed in me. You entered this world to bring me joy But I must let you out.
Brenda CarterPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDo Not Rush The Gentle Stream
Do not rush the gentle stream With a nudging gush, where I am By the way of this placid scene As I let it race down the silver sand
Octovo LibraPublished 4 months ago in PoetsYou Were A Blessing, Not A Curse
Without you, I wouldn't have been as culturally aware, tolerant, open-minded, adventurous, and smart as a giant encyclopedia.
Talia DevoraPublished 4 months ago in Poetssui generis
From heights unseen — The phoenix crashed into the sea. Whispers of the wind, Carrying the unlived word. Reflected images,