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.
frostwork
sunset through the glass dancers glide beyond the light palace under ice -------------------------- Thank you for reading!
R.I. KárolyPublished 10 months ago in PoetsI Hope No One Calls When You Die
Your name is still in my phone. Sometimes, I glimpse it among the list of old college friends like a dandelion trying to hide within a field of daisies. It’s not exactly right, but at the same time, isn’t it? Better chances I’ll call up someone from my dwindled writing group than you.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 10 months ago in PoetsBlackberry Pie
Basket adorning my wrist Kid gloves to cover my fist Through sweet magnolia fields To the sweet taste the thorny blackberry yields
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 10 months ago in PoetsOh, Porcelain Throne
Oh porcelain throne I wrote this for you You're often taken for granted Tho' many do not recall A time you never existed
Paul StewartPublished 10 months ago in PoetsTimeless Love
In the hush of night, I gently close my eyes, And in that moment, a bright star does arise. It's the thought of you, my dear, that takes the stage,
here you go again
here you go again, You want to be alone again, Because there is an absence so large, nobody is able to fill it, you can pretend,
Rilee AreyPublished 10 months ago in PoetsNegative Side
You saw A negative side of me And abandoned me Never realizing There were two sides to that glass And as you turned back to see the shine
Vicious AvaricePublished 10 months ago in PoetsA Lyrical Tale
In the hidden realms of innocence's bloom, There lies a treasure, a storybook's room, Weathered and worn, but so cherished and dear,
V-Ink StoriesPublished 10 months ago in Poetsp a c e
*breeze* breath through grass . ~ / \ | s p a c e of mind heart . ~ / \ | lungs full sweet sky . ~ / \ |
She Walks In Light
As I prepare to write I stare out at the site Hoping to catch sight Of the Lady in White * I am all uptight. Being out at night
Mother CombsPublished 10 months ago in PoetsDo you want to take a trip?
Do you want to take a trip with me? Let's go off and see what we can see Tangerine trees and marmalade skies The Beatles wrote that? Did they, indeed?
Paul StewartPublished 10 months ago in PoetsMeditation
This is how Claude AI translated my recent Russian-language poem. I have to admit that the translation is far far far more mysterious than the original.
Vadim KaganPublished 10 months ago in Poets