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.

Poetry on Artificial Intelligence ©🤖
There once was a machine so smart, It could calculate and predict with an art. It's circuits and wires, Could light up the fires,
By Unbounded Soul4 years ago in Poets
Love And Care [Poem]
There once was a heart that was broken, Fragile and shattered, a jagged token. But then she met a man, with a heart of gold,
By Unbounded Soul4 years ago in Poets
Reclaiming Pink
Pink first lived in a time I could never admit to owning, before I realized years weren't meant to be off limits even if their memories
By Sam Eliza Green4 years ago in Poets
Pure Love
His love travels through time and space, gravitational waves of grace. And this is our place, eternity in the King’s embrace.
By Michelle Semexant 4 years ago in Poets
Crying is Cool
For years I had this pre concieved notion of what healing and a healed version of myself would look like. She would levitate at will of course. That was a given. How else would people know I'm better in every way? Also I would speak in way that stops the world. My every word and sentiment would be breaking news. It was very shocking to me that even after committing to yoga for a whole week, and drinking more than enough water, I still was not peaking. I added prayer. Babes!! I prayed so much in every way. Prayer circles, journals, therapy, drugs, meditation, you name it. I probably couldve done more but the only thing that grew was frustration. Im not that peak image of healing. what was it? I was ashamed. I was ashamed that because i wasnt out performing, out glowing, that it wasnt happening. Mind you it was. I was having glorious experiences. Unforgetable moments, but that shame itched at me. I often felt like crying. And i hated her. I hated that part of me that i couldnt control. I was scared. scared that someone would make me fucking cry. and they did. but i carried that fear. I hated my tears. I hated their flow. I hated how free my tears where. I was jealous if you can believe that. That the only time i feel good is when Im crying. Forreal letting looooooose with the water! But i was ashamed. At the same stupid time.
By NoturMami 4 years ago in Poets
A, Good Morning
Layers of rich sapphire, and bright violet melt into one another as the sun’s golden aura quickly invades their intimacy with overwhelming fluctuations of warmth. The stars retreat into the distance, the moon fades to a faint grey shadow, and the velvety, butter-milk clouds emerge out of the black to re-claim their positions.
By Kale Sinclair4 years ago in Poets
We’re All So Obsessed. Top Story - January 2023.
We’re obsessed with numbers Every calorie and minute that inch by Any time ever left Every dime always spent On any fool nearby
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Poets
The Cave Horror
Beneath the earth, in a dark and dreary cave, Lies a creature, so vile, so depraved. Its eyes, like embers, burn with a fiery hate,
By AU4 years ago in Poets
My Hope: A Journey Through Life
Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a young boy named Tom. Tom was a curious and adventurous child who always had a dream of exploring the world. He was filled with hope and a burning desire to experience the many wonders of life.
By Muhammad Umar (Muhammad Umar)4 years ago in Poets
"Nature's Ode"
Nature, the Great Poet In every stroke, a story untold, With every verse, a beauty to behold. Nature, the great poet, weaves a tale
By @Sakthivel4 years ago in Poets
Invisible Chains
Invisible chains, a weight so real, A burden carried, a wound that won't heal. Discrimination and prejudice, a vicious deal,
By fitsum shimels4 years ago in Poets
Broken Trust
Broken trust, a bond in vain, A system meant to protect, now causing pain. Brutality and violence, an endless refrain, A target on their back, because of the color of their stain.
By fitsum shimels4 years ago in Poets