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Kafka Poems - Poems about Kafka


THUS SAID KAFKA
The vision of beauty is crucial. By maintaining this ability, human beings do not age!...

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Categories: kafka, allusion, analogy, extended metaphor,
Form: Epigram
Kafka In The Desert
A man wakes beneath an unbroken sky, the sand whispering riddles to his skin. He does not know how he arrived, only that he must explain himself to a judge who never appears. The wind carves hieroglyphs in the dunes, letters shifting before they can be read. He follows them, searching for meaning, but the further he walks, the more the horizon recedes. At night,...

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Categories: kafka, adventure, allusion, confusion, dedication,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Me and Kafka's Niece
When I woke up this morning I was not in my bed. I found myself instead Inside Franz Kafka's head. He started Metamorphosis, I thought, 'What is this?'" There was no panic I just sat back and watched A master at his craft Until my plan was botched. He noticed me Inside his head As he finished up. He sneezed me out as I rolled down his...

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Categories: kafka, change,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member GRATEFUL FOR JRANZ KAFKA
The older I grow the more I’m thankful for Franz Kafka Who…I’ve read…and I’ve been told Said: Anyone who keeps the ability to find beauty never will grow old...

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Categories: kafka, age, thanks,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Kafka Disordered
“Kafka Disordered” Kafka disordered never complete in himself burning stories fuel for Nero dreams of you reading him wrapt under the covers of his last pages tattooing his voice on your tongue lips pass keys legs entwined love notes never run Metamorphosis the trial (LadyLabyrinth / 2020) "Mirror Forever" / Weyes Blood https://youtu.be/tQ1CH2_Arws "Andromeda" / Weyes Blood https://youtu.be/Aki1Xn36eJ8 “Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end,...

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Categories: kafka, dream, muse, mystery,
Form: Romanticism



All Quiet On the Frontal Lobes
All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket. The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams. But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ? From now on his ol' rumbustious spirit won't be harbouring q.u.e.e.r. memes. It'll be pliant, malleable, ductile....

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Categories: kafka, abuse, angel, angst, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Turn Your Head and Kafka
my days as a larvae are largely a worth while living eating leaves apart from bark of fallen trees life's a lark except to mind the aardvarks and andvanced chimps that surmise this stick looks like a tool but that's old school for a feeling foretold someday my wings would unfold and what after all are wings but who am i to think these things untrue so a day comes and i find i'm one a hard shelled beetle but in bed on my back and can't...

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Categories: kafka, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Kafka Conversation
"Women are traps that lay for men everywhere" said Franz Kafka, "in order to drag them into the infinite." Maybe. But why not, Women are incense that invites men and other women and all genders everywhere into the in-between infinite EarthMother incense invites omnisciently enlightened AnthroMind, omnipotently empowered EarthBody CoPassioning FatherSun MotherEarth integrity Lighting fragrant dawn powering fertile dusk....

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Categories: kafka, beauty, love, sensual, sexy,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
Kafka Turned Round
Dead as a fallen log, but turned into a human. A gutbag of small pumps, red rivers and spilled salt. Drains, curves and arches as in a Roman town. Forced back into life, stranger than an insect. Less noble. Lock the door....

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Categories: kafka, creation,
Form: Free verse
Death of Kafka
I am lying in bed a dark room, blinded light I feel like I am dying I want to drink water while I am dying the way a lilac does until its final end. My past is creeping by some memories are sweet, sweet like apricots sun ripped some are bitter, bitter like the childhood of an unloved boy. All my lovers there, I...

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Categories: kafka, death, sad,
Form: Prose
Ode To Kafka
What is this creepy thing Infecting my body? Busily digesting my flesh, melting, The first stages of the blob. End of my extremities Swell ominously, wriggling, Undulating like giant worms Busily digesting my tissue I’m becoming what I fear most, Mistaken for castings Shoveled up and thrown On the compost heap....

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Categories: kafka, allegory, angst, fantasy, introspection,
Form: Blank verse
The Castle (A Tribute To Kafka)
A castle that can never be entered. A village I can never leave. Snow covered and stifling....

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Categories: kafka, angst
Form: Free verse

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