Sureal

This is my first (and more than likely - only) piece of poetry on here... Goin' Nowhere Light above, Fire below, Where d’yah think, I’m gonna go? Pee dot, Ess ...

Teach Me Poetry has always escaped me, Rhyme and imagery chucked out the window, Structure and meaning all but trampled and mushed, Emotions and insight trodden under my foot and ...

This is just… This is just another suicidal, Piece of crud, Conforming to nothing (but something), All just an image, Dark words and blood crying over you, But ‘you’ don’t ...

I don't do poetry - I've tried in the past, and failed. I just seem to have lots of trouble doing it (and have lots of respect for those who ...

The Daemon’s Bride He works, shaping and crafting my future happiness with His tools of science. I watch, a foul smile on a foul face. She will be like me, ...

Little Birdie Little birdie, do you remember that time, Countless days ago, in the fogs of memory, That time, before your wings and beak and feathers, Before you ran free ...

(Warning: the semi-lucid ramblings of a poetically inept Atheist ahead.) Slave Our freedoms are there for God to see, allowing us to decide, to choose, and ignore the most basic ...

I am so sure that out there, many do dream to be as fair as me, as handsome as me, but I am afraid to say that such aspirations could ...

The Tyrant King See a monster: jagged teeth, matte scales, roars and bellows, standing above limpid kills; from amber eye to long oaken tail, this darkly form does stalk the ...

I. To dream, and to know that You are dreaming, opens a world where You are the alpha, You are the omega, and unto none must You answer. II. I ...

The Reaper seizes another stalk of maize, and for a brief moment the neighbouring stalks mourn the loss of a friend; then they too are stolen by the weeping Reaper. ...

I have actually posted an earlier version of this poem (see here) but as part of my Creative Writing course I have to submit a portfolio of four poems to ...

As part of my Creative Writing course I have to submit a portfolio of four poems by Friday. This is the second poem (the first is The Daemon's Bride). Comments ...

This the edited version of a previous poem I wrote (see here). Thoughts on it would be very much appreciated. ^_^ _________________________________ Wide Awake in a Dream I. To dream, ...

The black is frozen on the white; straight lines and perfect curves: once they’re there, they’re there. (Oh, you can hide them from sight, although, unlike a cat, they live ...

limbs quake and fingers hurt from the non-stop tap-tap-tap at the keyboard. i watched the Earth do its pretty spin: light, dark, light. and like some (videogame) hero, i endured ...

And with a whimper only it can hear, the world ends. There are no cries of grief, nor any of triumph, there is only that omnipresent silence; the half-burnt corpse ...

To whom it may concern, that is me, laying there; have I ever looked so beautiful? I will imagine: that pale skin - so, so like Snow White - is ...