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.
Perpetually Blue
It mimics my intensity Measures my volatility Capturing my sincerity As the ash is resurrected ***A spark lingering, thenerupts and ignites Lighting a pathway in thedark of the night A passageway hidden a soft sacred riteA spiritual insurrection***A supernovaSelf contained A flower garden In the flameIt’s beauty hardTo be explainedGranting harm or fierce protection ***Calling the lost to be Prepared Protectors of dangersUnaware Both Safe haven and caution, so pleaseBeware A strength solely formed fromMy reflection *** The stars shine and twinkle Offering kindleA match to preservecapillary ignitionA powerful force so the flicker won't dwindle Aroused by their competition*** But nothing impedesits sure detonationOr even comes closeto its shear perfectionThe warmthand the beauty, as it burns the exceptionTo my soul's transparentlantern
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Dancing with Daffodils
Dancing with Daffodils Exploring the Beauty and Meaning of Poetry Inspired by Nature’s Golden Bloom It was a bright spring morning when Anna first noticed the daffodils lining the path through her neighborhood park. The previous weeks had been gray and wet, but now, suddenly, the world seemed to come alive with color. The daffodils—tall, golden, and gently nodding in the breeze—looked almost like they were dancing. Anna paused to take in the view. Something about those flowers stirred a feeling she couldn’t quite name. She pulled out her notebook, something she always carried but rarely used, and began to write. The words came slowly at first, but then faster—lines about light, renewal, and joy. That morning marked the beginning of Anna’s quiet fascination with daffodils in poetry. Later that day, she went to the library and asked the librarian if there were any poems about daffodils. The librarian smiled knowingly and led her to a familiar name: William Wordsworth. His poem "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" was tucked inside a well-loved anthology of Romantic poetry. As she read the famous opening lines, Anna felt as if Wordsworth had been right there with her in the park: > “When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.” The imagery leapt off the page. Here was someone who, over two hundred years ago, had seen what she had seen—those same golden blooms swaying in spring wind—and turned the moment into timeless verse. Wordsworth wrote the poem after a walk in the Lake District with his sister Dorothy. He was struck by a long belt of daffodils near a lake, which inspired one of the most beloved nature poems in English literature. The poem reflects the Romantic belief that nature is a source of deep emotional and spiritual nourishment. For Wordsworth, the daffodils were more than just flowers; they were a balm for the soul, a reminder of joy even in solitude. Anna began to explore more deeply. She discovered that daffodils often symbolize new beginnings, hope, and resilience—perfect themes for poetry. In some cultures, they are the first flowers to bloom after winter, often associated with renewal and fresh starts. She read modern poems too—some wistful, some playful—all inspired by this simple yet striking flower. One described daffodils as “sunshine caught in a petal,” while another called them “the trumpets of spring.” Inspired, Anna returned to her notebook. This time, the words came more confidently. She wrote about the daffodils she had seen, but also what they made her feel—how their golden heads lifted her spirits, how they reminded her to notice beauty in small things, how their brief bloom was a lesson in living fully, even if just for a moment. As days passed, she visited the daffodils often, watching as they opened, bloomed, and eventually faded. Each stage had its own kind of poetry. She began sharing her poems online and was surprised to find others who connected with them—teachers, gardeners, nature lovers, fellow writers. One elderly reader left a comment that stuck with her: “I planted daffodils after my husband passed. Every spring they remind me that joy always returns, even after the hardest winters.” Through her journey with daffodils and poetry, Anna discovered something simple yet powerful: sometimes, the most ordinary things—like a flower on a path—can awaken creativity, comfort, and connection. Just like Wordsworth, she had found her inspiration in nature, and in doing so, had helped others find theirs too. And every spring, when the golden blossoms return, they will dance once more—not just in the breeze, but in hearts and poems across time.
By Muhammad Saad 11 months ago in Poets
