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.

Colors of Hope
After the storm, the sky so grey, A rare sight unfolds, a display. A spectrum of colors, bold and bright, A rare rainbow, a stunning sight.
By Bernad Siagian4 years ago in Poets
Control of light, control of sound.
Inside the bewildered, forgetful laughter, in between yawns. Sitting, with the back of the chair in between my legs, we quietly whispered about bodies, about minds, about the language our body speaks, about how the mind translates, in a whole new language,
By Jamie Ramsay4 years ago in Poets
The Celestial Diamond
The Celestial Diamond Out in the endless night, Among the stars so bright, A rare gem glows with might, The celestial diamond in sight.
By Jesus Pizarro4 years ago in Poets
Discover the Magic of ChatGPT: The AI Poet That Will Take Your Breath Away
ChatGPT, a marvel of AI, A digital mind, always at play. With words and knowledge, it comes to life, Answers to your queries, day or night.
By VectRast4 years ago in Poets
SNEAKERS
Sneakers, oh sneakers, a shoe so divine, Comfortable and stylish, they fit just fine. With a sleek design and colors that pop,
By Poems4 years ago in Poets
The Glowing Thrill of the Radiant Jewel
In a forest rich with life's green hue, Where the leaves rustle, the wind blows too, There's a treasure that shines with a brilliant gleam,
By Dominic Elrond4 years ago in Poets
Asphalt
Hungry, starving, disintegrating stomachs beg For their fill of burning lies and sweet slander. Give it to me, give those ugly words to my mouth.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
Universal Whispers
Mind's eye third eye in a flash you can see When the downloads come from the skies. Clarity paired with a charged energy And the knowing and stillness of life.
By Stephanie Graham 4 years ago in Poets
the rain behind the bars is not really wet
people are hiding from the rain their faces are all wet umbrellas dancing in the rain gusty winds tear at them to the southeast where the land is bare
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Our Ways of Breathing. Top Story - February 2023.
If I'm honest, most days there's a lump of clay on my chest, and the only way to breathe is through eating it. Not all at once, of course.
By Sam Eliza Green4 years ago in Poets
She Gifts Them Rebirth
She rides the heat of the day, surfing the heat waves, Stopping to lend a helping hand to any in dire need, Hoping to anchor their pain in her comforting bosom,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Vision
i have been watching and even in the infinite microsecond that i happened to cast my gaze about me, (i only wanted to truly SEE)
By Bren4 years ago in Poets