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.
Compassion
This poem was written for Mazkenzie Davis' "I'd Read Your Grocery List" challenge, and a related challenged by Poppy. Artichoke hearts, splinters removed
E.K. DanielsPublished 6 months ago in PoetsSonder Spaces Among Tears
I am a studded deer who dances, laughs and sings, stalking down paved roads with multiple broken limbs. She was the first car that slowed, yet was also the first car
Penicillin
This poem was written for Mazkenzie Davis' "I'd Read Your Grocery List" challenge: garlic (one head) ginger (two thumbs)
E.K. DanielsPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
A Bittersweet Victory
I’ll take the prize. I’ll take the accolades, and I’ll take the congratulatory messages from fellow creators and friends.
Cathy holmesPublished 6 months ago in Poets Ode to My Beloved Wife
In the realm of love, my dearest wife, Thou art the beacon, the center of my life. With a grace that rivals the English rose,
Waseem ChemPublished 6 months ago in PoetsA Farewell to Smooth
The world you loved is gone The gentle smoothness Emotional warmth and softness The smoothness and kindness You loved and cherished
Paul StewartPublished 6 months ago in PoetsPlant the News
Plant the news in tomorrow’s landfill Because the politicians and comedians Have swapped roles. 🤡 Have I come to the right convention?
Chloe GilholyPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Hero
Heroes aren’t made overnight but they’re born everyday. Thinking to myself who’s going to save the hero if she’s fighting this way. Does love save the multitude that’s still scattered in the field. The angels are in the outfield, does victory even feel. The hero wants the best no matter the connection, maybe because she feels like everybody has a destiny in heaven. Her enemies are those she draws near too without weapons of armory. Fully unbalanced hoping and blinded at the weighted harmonies. She knows that she shouldn’t fight this way so instead she prays. Sometimes the poison is seen a mile away, but she knows that running is just the thrill of a chase. Maybe because she’s use to things being this way. Fighting a battle as if a disease was swarming in her face. We live, we trace to become conquers of the conqueror hidden in space. The hero just needs strength each day. Even the hero gets tired but chooses to live each day. The tears, the battles, the changes, the channels, the dignity, the light, the ambiguity from her master. Divine touches placed in the torches of hell, she’s rescued and saved only to find she’s the only one there. Never living in fear, never worried about where life takes her because she knows how to love and for the hero beauty is the covering from above. Inside and out day in and day out she sacrifices, she gives, she enlightens, she uplifts. She sets examples because no one set them for her the ones that were never shown love knows love when they choose to grow. The knowledge is only applicable when you seek him in his words. I know I can’t get to heaven only by good works. Only God can rescue his angels. She takes up that oath, no cape, just tennis shoes, some jeans and her cloak. They tried to take away her power but she’ll forever use words. Changes and challenges come to strengthen her soul. The dark palaces that was placed in her world written on a map that created the girl. Transformation of a transplantation through the evaluation of selfless determination the evolution of evolving into the Woman gods creating. Seeking forgiveness for generations the hero only generates what given and irreplaceable. The life savior, the life changer. No EMT but the creditability of a life saver. She wouldn’t dare let anyone change her. So the hero fights even without a cape. Come dressed in disguise as who else can relate.
Charelle LandersPublished 6 months ago in PoetsDon't Paint A Picture Of How I Am Supposed To Be.
In your mind, Am I supposed to be, Tall, Short, Fat, Thin, Black, White, Equal, Unequal, Sad, Happy, Brainy, Fashionable,
Carol TownendPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThrift Store Finds
Astrological Sentimentalization Ideology __________________ Rows of shelves overflowing with stuff * Gently used clothes, books, and furniture
Mother CombsPublished 6 months ago in Poets"Smoothness: A Tactile Delight"
In the realm of tactile delight, Where fingers dance with pure delight, There lies a world of gentle grace, A realm where smoothness finds its place.
Crazy story writer ✍️Published 6 months ago in PoetsWatch Me Fly Away
Watch Me Fly Away My adoration was expansive, smiling for attention; a gauntlet thrown. I saw you that time when I was a balloon
KJ AartilaPublished 6 months ago in Poets