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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By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
A Letter to My Mother on Mother's Day
Dear Mom, It’s been many years since I have celebrated Mother’s Day with you, and yet I still feel your presence around me. Today, as I sit down to write this letter to you, my heart is heavy with the weight of your absence, but it is also filled with the memories of the love and warmth you brought into my life.
By Robin3 years ago in Poets
Racine Marathon
“…Moments trop rigoureux, Que vous paraissez lents à mes rapides voeux!” [moments too rigorous how you seem slow to my rapid wishes]
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Pharmacy Charm
I know [I] have competitive repetitive behavior disorder[ly conduct] with hyperactive extensions who doesn’t? but [we’re all] taking our daily dose of karmic medicine
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
October
Rainbow patter along the cobweb gardens dreamgoblins gobbling all the lights up Cobblestone in silver moonsheen grapes are going leaves are turning
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Dawn's Complaint
What is a TROUBADOUR? a finder, a composer of verses. The verb trobar in Old Provencal means to find, to experience that point when the line of poetry fits together, each word together, each line, each stanza. A finder of solutions.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
CRUSTACEAN KINGDOM
CRUSTACEAN KINGDOM Do you see? Blue sea and bluer sky, see? The Mussels and Oysters pipe out a regal fanfare: dadadum-dadadum-dadadee, to the blue sea and even bluer sky,
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
When I Inhale You
Many believe that smells hold the best memories Coffee is often associated with comfort Soap is associated with cleanliness
By B3 years ago in Poets
Baby, I'm Yours❗
I can be good to you But with a Bad Method... I can be Good for you But in a Bad Manner... I can be Good About you But with a Distant
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
The Colors of Fall
The leaves fall gently to the ground, Their colors changing, swirling 'round. From green to gold, to red and brown, A sight to see, a stunning gown. The air is crisp, the sky so blue, A season of change, so grand and new. The breeze whispers, through the trees, A time of harvest, a time of ease. The world transforms, before our eyes, A time to reflect, to slow the pace. A season of joy, a time of grace, A time of beauty, in every place. A time to reflect, to slow the pace. A season of joy, a time of grace, A time of beauty, in every place. A time to reflect, to slow the pace. A season of joy, a time of grace, A time of beauty, in every place.
By EpicPen3 years ago in Poets
Hey Addicted Me
Hey Addicted Me, I hate that you're part of me That we share the same body You get to have all your fun And disappear when it's all done
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Passing Ships
There once was a small, quiet coastal town that sat at the edge of the vast ocean. The townspeople were a simple and peaceful bunch, who went about their daily lives, fishing, farming, and running their small businesses. Every now and then, a ship would pass by the town, making its way to its next destination, but the townspeople never paid them much attention. They were content with their quiet lives, and the ships were just a passing curiosity.
By Erma3 years ago in Poets