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.

The Language of Falling Leaves. AI-Generated.
In whispers soft, the autumn speaks, Through ambered crowns and weathered creeks. A language borne of time and air, Of letting go, of hearts laid bare.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
When Stars Forget to Shine. AI-Generated.
There comes a night when the heavens fall still, When the stars, once bold, bend to grief’s will. The firmament wears a shroud of despair,
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
Chronicles of an Untamed Heart. AI-Generated.
In the cradle of dusk where wild winds sing, There beats a heart with a restless wing. Unbound by chains, it leaps and roars,
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
The Moon Writes in Silver. AI-Generated.
The moon writes in silver on the velvet night, A script of whispers, soft and light. Its pen, a beam that strokes the sky,
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
Threads of the Unseen. AI-Generated.
Beneath the surface where whispers lie, Threads of the unseen quietly tie. Invisible strands through time and space, Binding us all in their gentle embrace.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
Where Shadows Dance in the Light. AI-Generated.
In the hush of dusk where whispers dwell, Shadows rise, their stories to tell. They stretch and sway in the golden hue, Dancing softly where the light breaks through.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
Fragments of a Shattered Mirror. AI-Generated.
Beneath the moon's reluctant glow, A shattered mirror rests below, Its fractured pieces catch the light, Reflecting shards of endless night.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
The Weight of a Whisper
In the stillness where shadows blend, A whisper stirs, a thread to mend. No louder than a soft-spun sigh, It weaves its truth, both low and high.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Poets
Epitomes of Existential Crisis (Past the Recommended Rate). Top Story - January 2025.
Hyperventilating Because my lungs function on preset parameters Tachycardic in two weeks time Lost all sensation in my fingers except one
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
A Is For Anna
**** A is for Anna, who was a bit touched B is for Bobby, who talked way too much C is for Cathy, who told him to shut up
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Don't Look Up
Don’t look up from transient screens that keep your fire quenched. Don’t look up as manufactured dopamine salts open wounds of the mind while making love to the body. Sugar cubes dissolve into the dark roast as lukewarm thoughts crystallize into prejudice.
By H. J. Levon2 years ago in Poets
They Don’t Make Mirrors Like They Used To
They say, time is ageless We know age is timeless With acts of aggression Boldly marring our faces Carving, care freely
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets