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 Voyage Uncharted: A Moana Reverie"
Hearken, ye listeners, to a tale untold, Of a young heroine brave, her spirit bold, In Moana's world, where oceans sway, In Ben Jonson's voice, her journey shall portray.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
DREAMS
When dreams are snatched and torn apart, a painful scream echoes from the dreamers heart. Then his soul begins to shatter with pain,
By M Pervez3 years ago in Poets
"The Exorcist's Whispers: An Echo in Emily Dickinson's Voice"
From the realm where shadows lie, Where demons prowl and spirits cry, Emerges forth a tale untold, In "Blue Exorcist," mysteries unfold.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
Artificial Distractions
Digital InTELLigence. Starting To ReplicATE, reNEW, replacE And Confuse The Image looking BAcK, in my miRroR Orchestrating ThE
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
"The Emerald Grimoire: A Vision of Black Clover"
In Albion's tapestry of dreams, Where arcane tales intertwine, A saga unfolds, unseen it seems, In "Black Clover," realms divine.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
I COULDNT UNDERSTAND
I couldn't understand why, at this stage In supposedly full of life, youthful age In a deep dark well, I find myself As I opened my eyes and became aware
By M Pervez3 years ago in Poets
Unknown Poet
Dots, three in a row, an ellipse; the weight of unsaid words Intention: to make the reader think, reflect, draw a conclusion
By Marilyn Glover3 years ago in Poets
MYSTIFYING CONTOUR
Luminous light that tears the sky you are Strikingly distant but way too near you are. You are the mystifying contour in the cloud.
By M Pervez3 years ago in Poets
Fading Petals
In a small town nestled among rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Emma. With a heart full of passion and an artist's soul, she found solace in the strokes of her paintbrush and the vibrant colors that danced across her canvas. But beneath her outward creativity, a deeper longing resided—an unrequited love that silently consumed her.
By Daniel Smith O.3 years ago in Poets
Constance
designing the life I would love for us indulging in affirmations to help with my thoughts singing to you in my dreams on how I wish it will be
By I Am Sav Renee3 years ago in Poets
The Rosebud
A rosebud, delicate and new, Emerges from the morning dew. Its petals soft, its fragrance sweet, A symbol of love, a heavenly treat.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
The Root
The past is a place Where the tree curls its roots in a memory The canopy dry and rustling The branches brittle-broken Snapped and fallen on hard earth
By Ian Vince3 years ago in Poets