Best Salvador Poems

O moon,
   the blood-rose pearl
            of my aching soul,
the ghostly seer of hourglass woes ~
heed these wistful words ~
forgive the dreadful quivers
between cacophonous quiescence, 
tremors within lungs of lament,
   ...

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows 
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs....

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The sky is a Luciferian estuary 
rolling and roaring in crimson flames, 
a twisted design of detonated debris,
like splitting sighs
from internal implosions,
raining fragments of the past:
matchbox memories
piercing through suffocating silence
as time tortures the mind
with flashbacks of floating fragility…

O invisible moonlight,
pour me a purple potion
to erase...

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Below within the dwelling deep,
while tumbling in fitful sleep;
the rumble-hum of furnace keep;
the mouse and Cat Lord Bo-peep.

Fluttering lids and labored breath
below within the dwelling deep,
furious dreams do waken sleep
attributes of childhood’s bequeath.

Horrors rise on temporal tides
a stew of insanity bides.
Below within the dwelling deep,
the...

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His mind is know to roam
But he's not one to rat
With very little known
About Salvador Dali's cat
Whips his tail back and forth
Fourth dimensional for all it's worth
All this time sitting in
Salvador Dali's lap

His thoughts are known to wander
But he's not known to talk
Purring like a...

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I regarded us on Tuesday, after finding Monet in the closet, and thought our lives
resembled institutions, I thought I'd tack that painting right above the fireplace, I
imagined we'd laugh...


He took ten minutes to figure it out, he took fifteen to tell me, he took three...

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Melting clocks hanging from the branches of trees.
A strange array of objects without time or place.
Butterflies emerge flying against the breeze.
Nothing makes any sense within this inner space.
Salvador, you brought us into a world so strange.
A motley of colors within a plane of two dimensions.
Disseminated...

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 Did I even Mention before?
Theres some tension in my core
I can't be silent, no more
I always close my doors
And try to forget unsettled scores
And try to complete undone chores
Try to numb myself
Set on collision course
Try to hold down Hulk
With incredible force
Rather facing
Emotions ignored
To myself...

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subconscious genius 
    by painting your own nightmares
          enlightened my dreams

By 
David Kavanagh...

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Standing in front of this enormous masterpiece,
Seeing his life story as the layers release.

I wasn’t warned to expect a wonder so rare.
I guess I expected a melting clock here or there.

Venus di Milo inspired his hallucinating toreador.
Dali features her likeness fourteen times or more.

Three of...

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Collaboration With Di11y Da11y

I see you there beneath the sheen
From high atop my neck I lean
Reflect upon the waters glare
Beneath the sheen, I see you there

Keep me stable, inverted trees
In stillness to just be at ease
I exist without judgement or label
Inverted trees keep me stable

In...

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Intense lust for Gala
Provoked thoughts within the frame
Dreams on stretched canvas

By Robb A. Kopp...

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Bahia of all saints,
                     lieu where the people
                 ...

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Dear Homeland Security Director No-em
I feel compelled to write you this po-em
They won't let me post bail
Get me out of this jail
I'm not a gang member and want to go ho-em!

My bright and exquisite pink heart-shaped tat
is being mocked by a gangsta in a Maga...

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Breast with me,
beating like a bird.

In our moment
all hope soared
with a fragrant moon
and kissing
was the mixing of culture.

At these depths
I felt what tore
at the threads
of your music.

I met the guns
of El Salvador.

I touched the pallid
flesh of your dead
riveted friends.

I hosted your nightmare
of butchers.

Your fingers are...

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