Salvador Poems - Poems about Salvador

The Face of War, 1941, Salvador Dali

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,
     spears of piercing p a i n ...

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Melancholy Atomic 1945 , Salvador Dali

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 the pain behind
perplexed pupils.
I no longer desire to be
cast in

The Persistence of Memory Painting by Salvador Dali - Collaboration with Dilly Dally

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.  
Freshly budding peonies liquefy;  
Veils thin, evaporating the

Maga Stat

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 hat
All hope I must banish
I don't even speak Spanish
My doomed

The Halusinating Toreador by Salvador Dali - 1970 Contest 1302

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 the statuesque figures are full life size.
The painting is over

Swans Reflecting Elephants - Salvador Dali, Collaboration With Di11y Da11y

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 pensive thought, shadows cast
I turn my back to futures past
Uncertainty

Salvador ,Bahia, Brazil

Bahia of all saints,
                     lieu where the people
                    and the saints play
    

One Salvador Dali

subconscious genius 
    by painting your own nightmares
          enlightened my dreams

By 
David Kavanagh

Lizett Garcia

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 refined
for the making of music.

Your thumbs
are peasants,
ready for revolution.

Published Black

Signed Salvador

did I hear
poetry being
read or was
that all in

my head
because
everything
you've said

well written
what i've read
that your words
are poetic

but enough said
because you could
say the word s**t
and

my
heart
would
take a

dump

Salvador

 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 I swore
Never to fall unless sure
Unless I find myself adored
Unless

Salvador Dali's Cat

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 cosmic generator 
On Salvador's melting couch
Electric fur stands on end
Grooms

Salvador

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 disproportionate entities within a range. 
Few of the brightest can

Mother Goose Meets Salvador Dali

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 cat fiddle-screeches life’s weep.

Dali cobbles retinal creeps
the mind dittles and

Salvador

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

By Robb A. Kopp

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