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.
Repunzel Renowned
In a tower tall, concealed from sight, A maiden dwells, her hair so bright. Repunzel, they named this fair young lass,
Haris HadzicPublished 6 months ago in Poets"The Hacker's Reboot:A Modern Tale"
In the darkened realm of cybernetic woods, Lived a digital damsel, misunderstood. She wasn't of flesh but of ones and zeroes,
Haris HadzicPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Hope of Something Impossible and the Sorrow of Today's Circumstances
Your smile warms my heart like a deep breath. Your laughter reverberates through me like a tight cord being thrummed. These things I would cross any chasam for.
Chris SantiagoPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
Shame and Hunger
Shame and hunger go hand in hand. The cold of the streets bit through me tonight, So I stepped into a pizza place for heat.
Veronica ColdironPublished 6 months ago in Poets Harvest OF The Heart
In the shadows of the autumn night, When the moon casts a spectral light, Halloween, a message veiled, conceals, A deeper truth, the heart reveals.
Shams Ul QammarPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Cocky Mischief Who Loved
Don’t let me down, please Papa said as I stepped out Too late, slipping in _ Hunger-filled childhood Dream-chasing into the clouds
The Fast Fashion Storm
In the world of fast fashion, things move quick, But it's causing problems, that's the pick. Let me tell you how it's making our Earth sick,
- Top Story - October 2023
Loveliness
ladybugs swarm the front door knocking for an entity that won't answer. the noxious aroma of pyrazine emits a reminder that good luck can turn sour.
Ashley LimaPublished 6 months ago in Poets Along the Cross
Haven’t you noticed when we feel most free and at ease that we place our arms across our bodies † like Christ did
Kalina BethanyPublished 6 months ago in PoetsA Meal Fit for the Weary
If you think a bomb overhead is the bomb you should fear, have you heard of the times they don’t want you to hear? If you all gathered around and listened to the banging of pots and pans, Would you notice the lily blossoms and stop to smell the roses? Fear and nausea are what seem to prevail, despite the pleas for courage under fire.
All I Want
all I want is to see my baby grow to provide for her to love her to give her a house and a family something that I never felt
I Am Sav ReneePublished 6 months ago in PoetsBEWARE
For the Vocal Social Society painting prompt challenge, I have written a Halloween Limerick. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Babs IversonPublished 6 months ago in Poets