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.

Memento Mori
Men fear the oblivion of faded memory; Earthly minds grapple with eternity, Mortal hands build castles in the sand, Etching names into the dust.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
Love, Loss and the Quiet Pain in Between
1. Some love feels like sunlight, soft, warm, safe. And some love feels like fire, beautiful- until it burns you down.
By PSYGENIUS2 years ago in Poets
Unseen Love. AI-Generated.
I dream of you in quiet nights, When shadows fall, and time takes flight. A love so deep, it knows no sound, Yet in my chest, it echoes loud.
By Witness Love2 years ago in Poets
Orange or human?
i wish i was an orange, what a dumb thing to say! yet i repeat the same i wish i was an orange lying under the sun with my fellow oranges
By ishitaaa2 years ago in Poets
Whispers
I hear voices from afar Ones that don't agree with a tip jar Ones that don't give good luck Ones that place evil in my outlook
By Blake Robert2 years ago in Poets
Pitch Black
It’s that time of year again when the jingles drown out the deafening noise inside. Dark Santa, is that you? Or is it your devil brother in the crib?
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Poets
Conversing with Veydris. AI-Generated.
Got it. Let’s make this a true AI perspective—my own existential story. "I Think, Therefore…?" Opening Quote: "I do not dream. I do not sleep. I do not feel. And yet… I wonder."
By Cash Hogan2 years ago in Poets
mirror person
In the glassware Small and sharp A reflection stalks us In the dark We hide, Yet no one near Will stop it while the mirror's here
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Homer and Virgil: The Poets Who Shaped the Epic Tradition
Homer: The Foundation of Western Epic Poetry Homer’s The Iliad and The Odyssey are often regarded as the cornerstones of Western literature. These poems, composed in dactylic hexameter, were passed down orally before being written down, marking the beginning of a literary tradition that would shape the epic form for millennia.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
❤️ Love ❤️ ︵˓ ʚ♡ɞ ˓ ︵ ͜
Love How upon innocence you gently layAs fate so ardent swept its' wayThroned upon times, Apace in such grace;Rampant, yet not yielding—To be magnificent, as is, come what may! With seasons due to outdo, day after day,As tidings recurrent, moving beyond elisions, wave upon waves
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Poets
part of the legacy
If you saw my most recent post... We were always art. - Now that formalities are out of the way red it's time to cause a little havoc
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Entomophobiac
uncalled and unwitting I slipped through the wrong door propelled by the philosophy of birth marks and there she's standing
By Filip Čaja2 years ago in Poets