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.
Blue is the warmest colour
There I stood before the denouement Beholding the serenity I have wished upon Musing if you too see what I descry Or if it just simply passes you by
Ashley TongPublished 10 months ago in PoetsLate Night Words of Another
The floorboards creak a song full of sorrow in rhythm with my tipping toes. Does she know of my late night escapades? My trysts with the telly? My wild romps with written words?
The Night Ends in Draw
Internal struggles grapple within, like two gladiators clinging to the hope that murder and conquest will exalt them. It's a facade. A ruse. A clever trick that the mind plays to prop up its multiple concocted scenarios as being arbitrarily opposed.
The Orchestra
Do you feel a fear that if you stay up all night with me That you won’t remember the day or what it means to be free? That in the Quiet of the night the world will just melt away?
Like the poets of old...
Author's note: The above is a lovely, pretty sky, don't you think? Pretty nondescript, though... * I love pretty skies As much as
Paul StewartPublished 10 months ago in PoetsDreaming Out Loud
People are always talking about it, But are always afraid to commit. Because what's harder to hold on to than a dream? I'm going to be a seagull, for what it's worth.
Rory PinedaPublished 10 months ago in PoetsMirror, Mirror
Here's to seeing myself as I really am At an unattractive moment But that's no reflection me *** I need to polish my image
Gerard DiLeoPublished 10 months ago in PoetsUrban Symphony: New York's Eclectic Tales
Amidst towering spires, New York breathes, A metropolis of dreams and endless seas. In streets that surge with vibrant life,
InkSight ChroniclesPublished 10 months ago in PoetsUnlocking the Potential
Unlocking the potential, a voyage untold, A journey within, a tale to unfold. The Third Eye awakens, a chakra aglow, Like stars in the night, its mysteries flow.
InkSight ChroniclesPublished 10 months ago in PoetsNature's Serenity in Poetry
Indeed, the serenity that nature teaches us can be considered a form of poetry. Nature has a way of inspiring awe and contemplation, evoking emotions and thoughts that are often beautifully expressed through the medium of poetry. The sights, sounds, and rhythms of the natural world can become metaphors for our own experiences, helping us connect with deeper aspects of ourselves and the world around us.
Barnabas PayamPublished 10 months ago in PoetsTake a Deep Breath
The silence of the darkness began to caress my soul. Take a deep breath and return to the living. Slumber slowly leaving and my awareness awakens.
Sheila L. ChingwaPublished 10 months ago in PoetsOde to a ring
Ring Running in circles From here to forever This adamantine piece of trust I lay upon my skin A symbol of a promise To love you until we are dust
Colton BabladelisPublished 10 months ago in Poets