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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I'll read one and then I won't the words of a ghost my father and why when asked did he not cry wood burned in the park
By CA4 years ago in Poets
Ollie and His Dolly
There was once a man called Ollie Who bought himself an old dolly It had a mean face Was covered in lace He died of shock when it ate a lolly
By Paul Stewart4 years ago in Poets
A journey home
The path ahead found, Secret revealed, I'm homebound, Time rewinds, springs unwind, Strength, hope, are but shadows shrouded,
By Swords and Feathers 4 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Silence
The echoes, they linger, in my mind Of memories, that are hard to find A world of nostalgia, it brings to me As I am lost, in its beauty
By Robert Frost 4 years ago in Poets
The Road Less Traveled
I took the road less traveled by, And found a world of mystery. I wandered through the winding paths, And found a truth that set me free. For in the journey of the unknown, We find the courage to be bold. We face our fears and doubts head-on, And find the stories left untold. Though the path may be long and hard, And the future may be unclear, The road less traveled holds a gift, That fills the heart with hope and cheer. So let us take the path unknown, And journey to the great unknown. For in the journey of the heart, We find the courage to be shown.
By Lejoy4 years ago in Poets
Believe in Yourself
Believe in yourself, dear heart, For you are stronger than you think. You have the power to move mountains, And swim across the deepest brink. Though doubt may try to hold you down, And fear may whisper in your ear, Remember that you have the strength, To face your troubles without fear. Believe in every step you take, And trust the journey that you're on. For every road leads to a new dawn, And every night becomes a new morn. So hold your head up high, my friend, And let your light shine bright and clear. For when you believe in yourself, You can conquer anything, my dear.
By Lejoy4 years ago in Poets
Rise Up
Rise up, dear heart, and do not fear, For strength and courage are always near. Though trials come and darkness falls, Your light shines bright and breaks down walls. With every step, you grow and learn, And soon your flame will brightly burn. So rise up now, and do not yield, For every challenge can be healed.
By Lejoy4 years ago in Poets
Sunset Serenade
Golden sun dips below the trees, A symphony of color and breeze. Birds sing their evening song, As night falls, peaceful and long.
By Lejoy4 years ago in Poets
The Magic of Spring
The world awakens from its slumber, As winter fades away. The sun shines brighter, skies grow bluer, As spring comes out to play. The air is filled with scents so sweet, Of blossoms and fresh dew. The trees burst forth in emerald green, As nature starts anew. The birds return from far-off lands, Their songs a symphony. The bees buzz busily about, A joyful cacophony. The world is filled with magic now, A transformation grand. From barren landscapes, life springs forth, A wondrous, fertile land.So let us revel in the spring, And all its magic bring. For in this season of rebirth,
By Lejoy4 years ago in Poets
Chastity
Chastity a virtue of a good womanand does it only belongs to woman???a standard set by man to choose his partnerwhen a man loves many girls at same timehe is referred as a playboyif a woman loves many man at same time then why isn't she a playgirl??? but a bad womanDoes a rape victim woman won't have chastityDid she lose it out of her will???Does a trans woman won't have chastity??Did she isn't fit to get into a relationship with a normal man???What about a woman who is chastise only by body but her heart belongs to someone else???Did she can be praised for her chastity???? Or it is an emotional cheating???What does this chastity really mean????
By Hemavathi Jambulingam4 years ago in Poets
The Endless Rhythm of a Clock: A Poem on the Passage of Time
Tick-tock goes the life of a clock, Counting down each passing minute, Never stopping, never resting, Driven by a force within it.
By Paulraj Manickam Ashari4 years ago in Poets
The River's Song
The river sings its endless tune, A song that fills the morning air, It flows and swirls beneath the moon, And whispers secrets everywhere.
By thamee 164 years ago in Poets