surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Saanson ki dori: The secret of mother's love
Mother, as long as the string of your breath lasts, You smile softly, Before your feet slip on the path, I am standing with both my hands outstretched,
Mange Ram sainiPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsPeers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Atomic HistorianPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsGhosts
I wake up in bed With different people Ghosts all, of future and past. I wake up to faces Unheard and unseen Places never been.
Apoorva UpadhyayPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsPeriod of trouble 😞
whenever in life There is a period of trouble. when outside noises are too loud so you listen to your ears put it inside somewhere in these ears something like this should not happen In which there is plenty of solution for this era.
Breakfast
i’m not gonna tell you pretty lies, i’ve neither the time nor the inclination someone else can regale you with gussied up tales of right and wrong
Narcissist
Ego, the Big Bang, fills space, kills time, subdues the atmosphere Casts long shadows where stars once shined. Luminosity of speckled stardust dimmed, unnoticed in the glow of the self-absorbed orbit.
E.K. DanielsPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsLift the ribbon off my eyes
Every time I gave you another chance, you disappointed me harshly Clearly you could never see why metamorphosis was so important to me
Anna TorresPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsA Total Eclipse of the Heart
Enchanting and dreamlike a paladin appears Castigation an abandoned circumstance Lost in a mist of bitter forfeiture Inamorato with angelic aspects
Sabine Lucile ScottPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsFragile
Fragile is the glass-craft heart. So easily shattered upon the ceaseless sands of broken dreams. In your hand you once did hold, a power most obscene. And yet you did, with knowing force, upon the ground it shatter. Did not you once think, in your wildest revery, that your own dear self might be cut?
Alexander McEvoyPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsMysteries
Exhales of promises fall from my lips Cascading wishes revealing a fix Lessons from questions answer doubt in my mind Impulsive thinking leaves believing behind
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 15 hours ago in Poets"Timeless Dream: Tribute to the Writer's Pen"
Unpretentious murmurs of ink dance, Making domains from simple words, In the writer's delicate daze, An orchestra of universes spread out.
Kamran AlamPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsI Blame You, Moon
Empress of twilight and beyond, you’ve outstayed your welcome. Come alone, I asked you, yet you brought the night– libertine, fluid, and turbulent, swirling eddies through my voids, which were not for its blackness to fill. My silences were not your invitations.
Teresa RentonPublished about 18 hours ago in Poets