Surreal Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
Oxymoronic
One dark night on a bright, sunny day,
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
#travel
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2024
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3 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
Oxymoronic
One dark night on a bright, sunny day,
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
#travel
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2024
171 reads
3 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
12th Apr 2024 8:43pm
Oxymoronic
One dark night on a bright, sunny day,
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
just before Christmas in the month of May,
I decided to plan a spontaneous trip
and crossed through the desert on a sailing ship.
As we sailed along, the waves grew small;
it seemed we had entered a peaceful squall.
The view from the ship was awfully good
but I didn't enjoy the inedible food.
Soon, I came to a rural city;
its many buildings were terribly pretty.
My ship was greeted by a very small crowd;
They waved politely as I stood tall and bowed.
Although I'd had so much serious...
#travel
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2024
171 reads
3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
~The Existential Dragade
1.
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
#love
#evolution
#surreal
#metaphor
#identity
853 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
~The Existential Dragade
1.
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
#love
#evolution
#surreal
#metaphor
#identity
853 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
~The Existential Dragade
1.
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
#love
#evolution
#surreal
#metaphor
#identity
853 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
~The Existential Dragade
1.
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
#love
#evolution
#surreal
#metaphor
#identity
853 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
25th Sep 2021 9:46am
~The Existential Dragade
1.
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
::beyond habitat, are their forever presence::
protesting protean, the free~ roaches
in bricks of chitinous- walled amber spirits
& treading over the long enough- the
stained & sinful savagery footpaths..
emerge..
from the brittly bursting
oothecal undergrounds.. to
a being daredevil- a radically
right-winged repellent entity..
on those
slantish fallen faint flicker shady
nightlights
scattering streetsmart .....
#love
#evolution
#surreal
#metaphor
#identity
853 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
Ode to The Persistence of Memory
tick
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
#dreams
#art
#surreal
740 reads
20 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
Ode to The Persistence of Memory
tick
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
#dreams
#art
#surreal
740 reads
20 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
11th Nov 2020 4:56am
Ode to The Persistence of Memory
tick
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
tock tock
tick tick
tock |___ tock
tick tick
tock tock
tick
The hands of time keep moving
Without stopping
or s-l-o-w-i-n-g down
But in my mind I’m drawn toward some surreal dream
To somewhere in –
- and out of memory
Maybe it’s the
nostalgia
Maybe it’s...
#dreams
#art
#surreal
740 reads
20 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
10th Mar 2025 1:01am
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Masquerade Ball at Mardi Gras
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
Mr. Baumgartner was an older man with a receding hairline, light complexion, and a thin black mustache like Hitler’s. He was a predator with pale blue eagle eyes. Mr. Baumgartner said, half-jokingly, that if he hadn’t been a writer he would have been president or a messiah.
Mr. Baumgartner stood in the large room that took up the whole side of the house facing the street. He looked at the print of the Mona Lisa, Da Vinci’s perfect woman. Then he looked at his wife and sighed.
His wife had grey hair, wore glasses with coke bottle...
#alcohol
#crush
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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