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.
Whispers Amongst the Tombstones
In the stillness of the moon's soft glow, Where the tombstones stand in silent row, The graveyard's mournful serenade begins to play,
Bianca LanePublished 6 months ago in PoetsCosmic Conversations
In the vast expanse of cosmic realms, Where stars ignite and comets roam, There lies a planet, unique in its form, A delicate home, battered and worn.
Animal ClubPublished 6 months ago in PoetsCosmic Conversations
In the vast expanse of cosmic realms, Where stars ignite and comets roam, There lies a planet, unique in its form, A delicate home, battered and worn.
Animal ClubPublished 6 months ago in PoetsA sentense
He hasn’t lived who hasn’t died because the proof is in the pudding - it is annoying and off-putting so take whatever comes in stride and stop complaining of congestions and jams and all that other strife because on roundabouts of life some answers come before the questions and it’s for you to figure out the ever-changing traffic patterns, don’t rush to blow out the lantern if you are stuck or are in doubt; relax and just enjoy the ride - he hasnt lived who hasn’t died.
Vadim KaganPublished 6 months ago in PoetsLife Will Out
In the depths of darkness, a seed is sown, A whisper of hope, to the unknown. Through trials and tribulations, it will sprout,
Rebecca OmoregiePublished 6 months ago in Poetsi took an alien to a concert
a landing, rebranding, they’re standing amidst our own human universe, so i’ll take them to a show! bring the lights down low,
- Top Story - September 2023
We All Scream
Where you come from, plum dollops blot the sky. Crumbs of cosmic snow, like cookie dough crepe the sugar cone of space and
All Hallow’s Eve
Intergalactic wayfarer, greetings to you and yours! After journeys long and worries sore, Give beams, nodes and maps a rest
Kate KastelbergPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMixed Emotions
In a world filled with many different feelings, There lived a man, let's call him Ernie, His feelings, you see, were like a wild hearse,
Javel samuelsPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe First Day
Is it strange to arrange an exchange to derange and gear-change as we interchange and estrange to create change in our range
Kendall DefoePublished 6 months ago in PoetsHold on
As the two humans held each other with tears in their eyes Both were too choked up to release their words from the depths of their throat
Madison LucasPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Cosmic Soirée
To meet an alien from afar, I'd throw a quirky, zany party, by far. In a disco full of neon lights, We'd dance with all our cosmic might.
Arsal AsalPublished 6 months ago in Poets