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.
The Eloquent Void
In the vast expanse of existence, where galaxies swirl and celestial bodies dance, there lies a realm that beckons the curious mind—the Eloquent Void. It is a domain where the absence of matter holds a profound allure, whispering enigmatic tales of the mysteries of nothingness.
By abraham gabriel3 years ago in Poets
"Echoes of Solitude"
In the vast expanse of desolate plains, Where silence reigns and solitude remains, I wander aimlessly, lost in my own plight, Beneath the melancholic veil of endless night. Echoes of solitude, haunting and profound, Resonate within my heart, without a sound. A symphony of loneliness, a somber refrain, Piercing through my spirit, causing endless pain. In the caverns of my soul, shadows reside, Embracing me tightly, where light has died. With every step I take, my echoes grow, Reflecting the emptiness I've come to know. Whispers of memories, like fading echoes afar, Of cherished moments, now marred and scarred. Laughter once shared, now swallowed by despair, Leaving behind a void, impossible to repair. In solitude's grip, I find solace and sorrow, A fragile existence with no hope for tomorrow. The weight of isolation, a burden too great, Dragging me deeper into this desolate state. Oh, echoes of solitude, relentless and unkind, They echo through my spirit, leaving scars behind. In this realm of isolation, I'm left to dwell, Lost in the vastness of my own personal hell. Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of light, A distant glimmer of hope, shining so bright. For even in solitude's grasp, I'll find a way, To embrace my echoes and let them guide my way. So, I'll walk this path with steadfast fortitude, Embracing the echoes, no longer subdued. For within the solitude, strength will arise, And I'll find solace within my own tearful cries.
By Favour Gabriel3 years ago in Poets
"Whispers of the Moon"
In the stillness of night, a celestial tune, A symphony that resonates, whispers of the moon. Softly she beckons, from her celestial abode, Her silvered beams weaving dreams, a magical ode. Whispers of the moon, a lullaby to the stars, Painting the sky with shimmering memoirs. Her gentle glow, a tender caress, Guiding lost souls through darkness, an ethereal address. She shares secrets with the night, an ancient rite, Veiled in mystery, casting shadows in her light. Her luminescent whispers, they dance upon the land, Unveiling a nocturnal world, both majestic and grand. Beneath her tranquil gaze, lovers find their way, Hand in hand, their hearts alight, led astray. She illuminates paths, unseen by the sun, Whispering tales of passion that have just begun. Oh, whispers of the moon, a celestial guide, Unveiling the beauty that the darkness can't hide. With each shimmering glow, a promise is made, That even in the darkest hours, hope will not fade. So, listen closely to the whispers in the night, As the moon reveals her secrets, bathed in silver light. Let her enchantment embrace your weary soul, And in her whispers, find the strength to make you whole.
By Favour Gabriel3 years ago in Poets
