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.
Amor Vincit Omnia: The Enduring Power of Love in a World That Doubts It
In the hushed whispers of cynics, they declare that love is nothing more than a mirage, an elusive dream that disintegrates upon closer inspection. Here, in the recesses of a boarded wall that once framed a welcoming door, those words are scrawled, defiant and unforgiving. "They say love isn't real," an echo reverberates, resonating with a sentiment that transcends mere skepticism.
By HealthyHealthy7 months ago in Poets
Identity
Identity Into dying arms of fate my mien was staged stillborn As topsy-turvy over twisted brows, inlaid upon those majestic crowns ! O! Such stuff hung up in air, quite contrary, on its own; Into airings put forth— as in—untenable breaches; Unto risings ineffable so tempestuously grown O! Look! To that, A subdued pang, a dead beat to an impulse, still lingers on… And ,as of , in cut-throat melancholy, none the worse, for that : I was born Yet seeding underneath and beneath that constant twist of destiny, a humble hope hankered to live on … For though, as in the broken, while the wreathing harrows blew their arrows, and so frighteningly—“ affront ,”came in this —“sorrow,” to forge on and on … Therein, my feebler spirit lifted off of it’s own wings, to gently gather more and more ……..hope……which lent my soul to expectantly—carry on ! So such , being fully borrowed… I built on … Thusly, as the raging yonder fell upon fury, eclipsing all those virtues in a world —so scurrilously spun To this, my heart, from bright red to cold white, sought it’s own contents’ calm. And thereof , thinking if I shut it close, that would make it all so warm ?! But, the rendering speech which lights up the everyday, got freshly born! I was reborn ! Yes, I was reborn …. As if, showing up in words, as I would, in all it’s paradoxical forms— written , unwritten ,and “in-between,” those flowering words to take on a new form… O! No! That gave off sometimes, and I appeared as a mere flaunt! Thereby—daring to say and/ or hear, what’s hard, and above all; about what, others have blundered upon Unsayable, as it is, in this diverse world of unequals , the secular in me just carries on, to live on ,yet thereupon, all alone! ‘Tis Quite right, when you say — I was transformed... Into another into which, my essence takes shape to another form; and with it’s casualness left to a yonder’s sojourn! Here is where I belong! Yes, my life has taken its own divergent turn…I am that I am … a resonating 🧭 soul passing through times’ turn —to experience so much more than ☝️ one ; more of which traversing in this realm; of all that is and of all there is —in knowing this life and it’s ultimate source of creation. ✍️ Signing off as me, myself and I @ birth , rebirth and life-between-lives as I truly try to bring LIFE BACK TO LIFE ✨✨✨🌟💫✨✨✨ © ✍️ Madhu Goteti, Dec 6th, 2023
By Madhu Goteti 7 months ago in Poets