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- the persistence of surrealism at allpoetry
the persistence of surrealism
for salvador dalí - Passing Into Me: Petrarchan Sonnet at allpoetry
The clouds enshroud my night in blackened cold
I'm stretched from tundra to savanna grave - a table's beginnings at allpoetry
gretchen lost herself in the forest
and grew into a tree-- - shotgun opera. at allpoetry
the wind whispers to you in furious ways,
ominous notes, like a dusty violin - getaway at allpoetry
like a cigarette to ice,
i melt through your lips and - shotgun opera at allpoetry
the wind whispers to you in furious ways,
ominous notes, like a dusty violin - sarah kane's ribcage at allpoetry
inside,
a torrent of dust, - mining at allpoetry
“love should end with hope.”
—kate, a knight’s tale - holy songs at allpoetry
i am glowing
with a fierce litany of snow and sun - vi. the invisible at allpoetry
“and isn’t faith believing
all power can’t be seen?” - into the known at allpoetry
“how about not equating death with stopping”
--alanis morisette, 'thank you' - silence undone at allpoetry
the stars have heard my confession;
my pen, the ink, fresh paper, - frozen at allpoetry
a boomerang moon
slices across northern dusk, - such is life at allpoetry
you plunged your delicate fingers into cool mud
and separated my secrets from that deep soil; - ghost in the fog at allpoetry
his whispers are an echo,
stillborn on the edges of january snowflakes— - stance at allpoetry
I.
- dancing with the jester under moonlight to a serenade by the ocean at allpoetry
the tide
is like percussion - Reservation at allpoetry
Here I Love You-- Pablo Neruda - live at allpoetry
poetry will never be an elixir
plumbed from salt licks, - sour at allpoetry
your family donned black
and stepped high, schutzstaffel - for you at allpoetry
we always played enya
in the hollows of those nights - plucked at allpoetry
I.
- midsummer is a dream at allpoetry
bowed over near-dead branches
and closed flowers, - me too. at allpoetry
let's roll! - stages of grief at allpoetry
option 5-- Santa Maria Nascenta.
it reminded me of death. - the pain of stasis at allpoetry
i can't quit blaming myself
- prayer at allpoetry
sister katharine stands
in the baptismal font, - Name List (not a poem) at allpoetry
I'm a name geek; I don't really like common names, but neither do I go for the names that are:
- dead and damned at allpoetry
real live crucified,
steel through flesh; - a spider in bondage at allpoetry
crack my shell
like a jackhammer would, - in gratitude, selene at allpoetry
selene touched her fingers to mine
and gave me a pen; - angel of light at allpoetry
Angele Dei,
qui custos es mei, - waking the dead at allpoetry
twilight falls,
liquid violet, a shroud of irises; blank, - knots at allpoetry
tangled up in all that's left of you
i ponder implosion and eternity - rivet at allpoetry
“I felt nothing. I was fixed, like a negative in a chemical bath.”
--Graham Greene
