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.
On The Road Again
El Camino freedom Chasing summertime around Listening to our Intuitions as we cruise around this town Passing the time like clouds or breezes flowing freely through our hands
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 days ago in Poetsthe way we love(d)
embrace me harder cozy like a campfire let loose your cork-trapped love interrupt me politely, and slow dance with me for all of
I want to
explore you totally circumnavigate the lengths of your coastlines lose my bearings in your longitudes and latitudes until I become an
You
exhumed my weary heart from a coffin made of dreams, the weak lambent flicker was soon to turn me igneous, yet fate stepped in and
their attractive empty promises
Sc r e w e d without (hope) Shots fired oo o oo o by life and vice leave b l e e d i n g bullet holes o oo oo o o o z i n g and s e e p i n g
Paul StewartPublished 8 days ago in Poets- Top Story - April 2024
Round Up
Sometimes I wonder what evidence it will take. Sometimes, between dodging rounds of flying bullets, Or fleeing the toxic spew of chemicals, or even crawling
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 8 days ago in Poets Too Sensitive?
Empathy will be the death of me Clear cause of all this apathy Lack of my sensibility Increasing sensitivity Phantasy escapes etymology
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 days ago in PoetsRain
The universe drops rain to communicate with the terrestrial inhabitants. Using a multidimensional language to enlighten us about the nature
"My Own Daughter: A Tale of Love and Courage"
My own daughter, a priceless narrative unfolds, Filled with love and courage, a unique melody. Every step, a dance, of bravery and beauty,
Kamran AlamPublished 9 days ago in PoetsPre-Prepared Pre-Packaged Pleasure
Pre-Prepared Pre-Packaged Pleasure Pyschological and Physical Penile PIV Perforating Punchering Punctured Pieces Perspective is Perception
Paul StewartPublished 9 days ago in Poetsfulfilment
Bullet holes ...shots hurt * dark recesses riddled * rip fresh shards flesh * fractured bloody lifeline dripping
Paul StewartPublished 9 days ago in PoetsI'm Alright
Enemies surround me, I need a new way to escape Camouflaged in dark despair, dripping shades of waterscape Lingering in luminosity masking the depths of my mistakes
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 9 days ago in Poets