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.

"Beyond the Screen: An Intimate Journey"
POEM EXPLAINED IN DETAIL ! The poem "Netflix and Chill" explores the concept of using the popular phrase as a metaphor for the intimate connection between two individuals in the realm of entertainment. Let's delve into the poem and analyze it in detail:
By Poetic pulse3 years ago in Poets
The path we take may be unknown
The path we take may be unknown, Yet forward we must go alone. Through twists and turns, we'll find our way, With each step closer to the fray.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
The Brightness of New Grace
Towards the brightness of new grace, We journey on with steady pace, Leaving behind the old and stale, Our spirits lifted, hearts set sail.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
Until Dawn
Until dawn, the night is long The darkness seems to stretch and yawn But we hold tight, we carry on For soon the sun will greet us, drawn
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
"The Pillow's Lament: Without You, I Can't Sleep"
Stanza 1: In the realm of dreams, where slumber resides, A pillow waits, with longing that hides, For without you near, its purpose is lost, A hollow existence, a sorrowful cost.
By Poetic pulse3 years ago in Poets
Nightlong
Delusional Impossible Searching Terrified Reading Arts Conspiracy Truth Indiscernible Oblivion Nightlong
By Collin Salajka McCormick3 years ago in Poets
"Eternal Love: A Tribute to Mom and Dad"
POEM EXPLAINED IN DETAIL ! The poem celebrates the profound love and bond between a mother and a father, highlighting their roles as pillars of strength and grace in their children's lives. It begins by describing them as the central figures in the "tapestry of life," implying that their love story is an integral part of the larger fabric of existence.
By Poetic pulse3 years ago in Poets
Peahen
A million violet eyes encircled me Their feathers spread in full display, unfurled like ball gowns gliding across a flawless wood floor. There were necks of lapis lazuli and scaly emerald. One had ghostly feathers, another the ashy feathers of a duster. They strut with bobbing necks. Their onyx orbs bore down on me— pure, deep oblivion. The eyes closed in tighter, and tighter; peach and golden beaks, cactus-needle claws ripped through vulnerable flesh. Rusty blood oozed through open wounds, their jeweled fans swept air from my lungs.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Poets
Dissociative Distraction Dirge
duh i said to myself under my inattentive breath i wasn't sure if this was the right way or not silently while my family slept
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Sibilant Signal Senses
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By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Have the Courage to Believe
When you have the courage to believe, The world is yours, or so they say. But it's not just chance or destiny, It's hard work and faith every day.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
The Ballad of My Liver and Lung Functions
i’m pissed and i’m fuckin stoned i’m off my fuckin chops and the irony is 000) if i had of taken those mushy caps EARLIER like i was gonna (000
By Bren3 years ago in Poets