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.
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Secrets In A Locket
i got lost in a secret it made my heart smile i promised to keep it if for only a while * this one little secret could light cities on fire
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in Poets My Last Words
Missing shingles marked the passage of time. I rapped knuckles on a faded door, guts a-twisting. Would they recognize me and say: you’ve come back? Cry? Laugh?
N.J. GallegosPublished 4 months ago in PoetsEverything's Fine
* Split ends and manicures hang nails and lipstick lines Age creams and pedicures mixed drinks and fresh cut limes Pay checks and creditors
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsShadows Serenade
In shadows I linger Moonbeams mock my solitude Night's cruel companion ~ Alone, but not lost Loneliness, a sly mirage
Dunkink BitsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAqua Luna
If water had wetted the moon Then no longer would a cold breeze Wring me with a shivering spell, of frosty gloom; And chance a star-filled dew falling in air,
Octovo LibraPublished 4 months ago in Poets"THE SINGING SEAGULLS"
The seagulls fly in the breeze. I smell the salty air and sigh. Freedom of the sea, The seagulls sing as they fly around me
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 4 months ago in PoetsShe
the taste of the air when she's been in the room the haunting allure of her favorite perfume * the weight of my heart
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in Poets"MY BUDDIES, THE SEAGULLS"
I remember the time I sat on the beach. The seagulls formed a circle around me. I thought, "How could this be?" They looked at me with their beady black eyes,
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSeeds, Trees, Soil, and Miracles.
You pushed me deep into the ground. You taught others how to do so. They watched and stood silent. But I've been growing down there.
Amor Vincit Omnia: The Enduring Power of Love in a World That Doubts It
In the hushed whispers of cynics, they declare that love is nothing more than a mirage, an elusive dream that disintegrates upon closer inspection. Here, in the recesses of a boarded wall that once framed a welcoming door, those words are scrawled, defiant and unforgiving. "They say love isn't real," an echo reverberates, resonating with a sentiment that transcends mere skepticism.
HealthyHealthyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSome Things About Me, From Letter A, Down To Z
I Am What I Am I am able I am breakable I am creative I am daring I am enough I am full of fault I am grateful I am hopeful
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTwo Mews
Photo by Richard Pieniakowski #richiecamerahands Two Mews “A Magic carpet ride” Imagine if Aladdin and Jasmine, flew away in the end of Kingdom Hearts,
Corey W HarlandPublished 4 months ago in Poets