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.
What are some of the most shocking CIA secrets that have been made public?
In the darkness, secrets hide Of a spy group's work, side by side The CIA, a realm of spies Where truth and make-believe, entwined lie
Infographics ShowPublished 9 days ago in PoetsThe Tonalities of Temperaments
Submerged in a blue sadness. Confined in a red madness. Blushingly flushed with pink compassion. Consumed by a golden obsession.
Megan BaldPublished 9 days ago in PoetsSlips Like Sand
Everything ends, you Can’t Live forever Inconceivable demands Pixelated endeavors. We Should not change our plans
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 9 days ago in PoetsLunitas
Earth, too, eclipses sunbeams. Just as Crescendos of excitement outbloom all that is serene, the Lunitas dance beneath a canopy of trees.
Jewels of Fortune
Light tears from your eyes fade down your cheeks This space close to my heart I carry every day Climb, climbing miles
Tony MartelloPublished 9 days ago in PoetsAwake?
Awake . . from your sleep . . time to dream is over you are out of luck . hold tight . . your no leaf clover .
Paul StewartPublished 9 days ago in PoetsGlimmer
Attention, they stand. Fork in the road, or jail too? She likes their glimmer.
Rowan FinleyPublished 9 days ago in PoetsPlay At Your Own Risk
Evolution or Creation Life and loves Imagination Play the game Sample salvation Eternities and destinations
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 9 days ago in Poets- Top Story - April 2024
Our Sovereignty
Visitors, wolves, slyly cloaked in wooly white fur, Claim your island in the middle of the Pacific but seize an available one.
Tony MartelloPublished 9 days ago in Poets Too Much To Tell
Tell me your name. Tell me your truth. Tell me who you are. Tell me who you want to be. Tell me who they are.
The Face Collector
In shadows deep where the dead lay, A young woman walks, hidden from day Her steps are silent, and her eyes blaze Two glowing points, floating through the haze
Melody HessPublished 10 days ago in PoetsA Word To My Descendants
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