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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Tried fire
1. Introduction to Fire as a Poetic Symbol The element of fire has captivated the human race since the origin of imagination. It properly functions as one of the classic symbols of poetry. This element of fire has been utilized throughout time to convey the attributes of a variety of abstract ideals or actual aspects of human life. The symbol of fire is one which has created visions of the soft, serene warmth found near the open hearth; the conflagration inferno, devouring everything in blind heat and rage; the destructive beauty of a forest fire; the evil force bent on mental, spiritual or physical domination. All of these descriptive words are adjectives associated with fire, as it imparts significance to the poet's message.
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Poetry: What Is It?
**Poetry: What Is It?** Have you ever wondered what makes a poem a poem? Poetry is a vast and diverse genre of writing, making it challenging to pin down a single definition. Essentially, poetry is a form of imaginative writing. People compose poems to creatively express thoughts and feelings about various subjects. The aim of poetry is to captivate the reader’s imagination or evoke specific emotional responses.
Nina SanftmutPublished a day ago in Poets - AI-Generated
Abstract art on the walls
Brush strokes of blue Orange and red Abstract art on the walls Filling my head I'm lost in the colors Feeling so alive
The Artistic UniversePublished a day ago in Poets The Goldilocks Paradox
To mock free will is to mock love! It can be made no clearer: Turn away!—away!—from the mirror And look inside—beyond—above!
C. Rommial ButlerPublished a day ago in Poets- Content Warning
WRONG
You're all wrong Everything is wrong Your thoughts are wrong Your words are wrong Hold your breath Don't breathe
CotardDelusionzPublished a day ago in Poets - Content Warning
the whirlwind and the wildfire
he is a whirlwind - chaos incarnate - torrents and turbulence filling the air with debris that now lands in my realm, before the rainclouds form. a massive front of low pressure dragged behind his highs. but he doesn't know i am a wildfire. his winds give me oxygen to breathe, but he doesn't like the heat and his emotions rain down. stormy tears to put the inferno out. the blaze of my fury subdued. his winds have changed direction, for now. exhausted by his own friction. the earth my fire burns left to renew as it needs to, parenting inventive convenience, for the cycle must continue. but the whirlwind returns, so curious, wanting to be close, and still unaware of how he affects my wild heart of fire. so, i burn and i hiss and i glow. a climax of explosive instinct - a natural reaction, but a hazard nonetheless. and the world demands i put my fire out and block his tornadic gusts. do it or they will do it for me, before they carry on about the weather, "... what a dangerous idea for the wildfire to be so reckless with the whirlwind..."
⸘jason alan‽Published a day ago in Poets past…2022
3/2/22 3:26pm They say grief gets lighter over time and I suppose that should make sense but I’ve
Olivia DodgePublished a day ago in PoetsEchoes of the Mesozoic
In the dawn of time, when Earth was young, A colossal silhouette against the rising sun, The sauropod roamed, its footsteps thunderous, Leaving imprints in mud, a legacy wondrous.
QUBA ASHRAF BALOCHPublished 2 days ago in PoetsShade
Today, like so many others, was that spot underneath the trees on an otherwise scorching venture. Ah, yes. Today, I caught my breath, wiped away the sweat, and drank my water.
BrettNotGregPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWednesday's Tilt
Will Wednesday equal moments to my death What holds longer Destiny or days of tomorrow Will a conscience rise Or such a thing a surprise to knowing
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWednesday's Tilt
Will Wednesday equal moments to my death What holds longer Destiny or days of tomorrow Will a conscience rise Or such a thing a surprise to knowing
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished 2 days ago in PoetsMEDICINE
Mind was telling I can make It Grabbed a bottle & I shake It So you know It’s medicine FYI Penicillin Swore to oath & never break It
Haychie_ArtistPublished 2 days ago in Poets