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.
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Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you… but the cake I just ate was sweeter than you.I tried to write a sonnet, but my rhymes were all wrong. So I ate some spaghetti, and now I'm singing a song.Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are… a ball of gas millions of miles away, and yet you still light up my day.There once was a man from Peru, who loved to sing and dance, too. He'd wiggle his hips and tap his feet, and every time he did, we'd all want to meet.Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. But the good news is, he landed in a pile of pillows and bounced back up, ready for a game of dodgeball.Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. But one day it got into the jam, and now it's pink, don't you know?Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock. But he was late for his Zoom call, so he had to scurry down and crawl.Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water. But they forgot their masks, and had to turn back, because COVID-19 was getting hotter.Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, and sat down beside her, and they shared a plate of sushi.Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. And when she landed, she realized she had forgotten her spoon.Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm terrible at rhyming, but I still love you.I'm not much of a poet, as you can plainly see, but if you need a good laugh, just come and talk to me.There was an old man from Nantucket, who had a big bucket of clams. He'd eat them all day, in every which way, and never once got the shakes or the jams.Twinkle, twinkle, little star, why do you shine so bright? Is it because you're powered by nuclear fusion, or just because you're a natural delight?Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow. But one day it ate some bubble gum, and now it's stuck in a row.Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock. But the clock struck 13, and the mouse got spooked, so he ran back down to his hole.Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped over the candlestick. But he burned his bum, and had to sit on a lump, of ice cream to make it stick.Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep, and doesn't know where to find them. But if she's lucky, they'll turn up at the mall, where they'll be trying on clothes for the weekend.Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard, to fetch her poor dog a bone. But the cupboard was bare, so she went to the store, and bought him a telephone.Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, but then he got a tummy ache. So he switched to pickled jalapeños, and that's how he learned to make guacamole.
By Poetic pulse3 years ago in Poets
Poetry
What do you think poetry is? Is it the arrangement of words that sound nice together or is it something more profound? I think that poetry is a paradoxical form of art. It can be read by millions of people but only a few seem to truly grasp its meaning. Perhaps that is the beauty of poetry, the way it can hint at something much deeper than what is explicitly stated. The way it leaves room for interpretation. It is as if poetry is a mirror that reflects not only the poet's emotions but also the reader's.
By The Whisperer3 years ago in Poets
Dishonest Backstabber. Top Story - May 2023.
She wandered through the forest Scavenged for her pieces Lub-dub... lub-dub... lub-dub... Their symphony summoned her ~~~~~ Though shattered into pieces They each retained their lives Scintillated with each beat Inklings for their locations ~~~~~ Discovered them one by one Scattered haphazardly around Embraced them while bawling Soon to be unscathed and hers again ~~~~~ They were dying embers Rather than a sempiternal inferno She had to restore them all alone Self isolated in a forest cottage ~~~~~ Arduous jigsaw pieces They repelled each other Refused to convalesce To become pristine again ~~~~~ Nursed it relentlessly for Nine years The phobics slowly became philics Only a few pieces more to be adhered For her heart to look brand new ~~~~~ One day, a Sailer arrived unbidden She never questioned the absurdity Although the sea was far away Always gave the benefit of the doubt ~~~~~ He promised her a Magic Glue called Love Guaranteed to agglutinate the remaining pieces She travelled far and wide with him For the sake of her heart, she trusted him ~~~~~ Came a long way from the forest To the sea with so much faith in him It all happened so fast yet in slow motion He tied her up to his anchor ~~~~~ He let it plunge down and watched her sink As her soul dissociated from her body She vowed to haunt him forever Cursed him to suffer an eternal living hell
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 years ago in Poets
