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 path we take may be unknown
The path we take may be unknown, Yet forward we must go alone. Through twists and turns, we'll find our way, With each step closer to the fray.
π½ππππ πΏππππPublished 12 months ago in PoetsThe Brightness of New Grace
Towards the brightness of new grace, We journey on with steady pace, Leaving behind the old and stale, Our spirits lifted, hearts set sail.
π½ππππ πΏππππPublished 12 months ago in PoetsUntil Dawn
Until dawn, the night is long The darkness seems to stretch and yawn But we hold tight, we carry on For soon the sun will greet us, drawn
π½ππππ πΏππππPublished 12 months ago in Poets"The Pillow's Lament: Without You, I Can't Sleep"
Stanza 1: In the realm of dreams, where slumber resides, A pillow waits, with longing that hides, For without you near, its purpose is lost, A hollow existence, a sorrowful cost.
Poetic pulsePublished 12 months ago in PoetsNightlong
Delusional Impossible Searching Terrified Reading Arts Conspiracy Truth Indiscernible Oblivion Nightlong
Collin Salajka McCormickPublished 12 months ago in Poets"Eternal Love: A Tribute to Mom and Dad"
POEM EXPLAINED IN DETAIL ! The poem celebrates the profound love and bond between a mother and a father, highlighting their roles as pillars of strength and grace in their children's lives. It begins by describing them as the central figures in the "tapestry of life," implying that their love story is an integral part of the larger fabric of existence.
Poetic pulsePublished 12 months ago in PoetsPeahen
A million violet eyes encircled me Their feathers spread in full display, unfurled like ball gowns gliding across a flawless wood floor. There were necks of lapis lazuli and scaly emerald. One had ghostly feathers, another the ashy feathers of a duster. They strut with bobbing necks. Their onyx orbs bore down on meβ pure, deep oblivion. The eyes closed in tighter, and tighter; peach and golden beaks, cactus-needle claws ripped through vulnerable flesh. Rusty blood oozed through open wounds, their jeweled fans swept air from my lungs.
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 12 months ago in PoetsDissociative Distraction Dirge
duh i said to myself under my inattentive breath i wasn't sure if this was the right way or not silently while my family slept
Sibilant Signal Senses
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Have the Courage to Believe
When you have the courage to believe, The world is yours, or so they say. But it's not just chance or destiny, It's hard work and faith every day.
π½ππππ πΏππππPublished 12 months ago in PoetsThe Ballad of My Liver and Lung Functions
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A Broken Mind
Devoid of direction, denouncing devils, I dream of daisies while desiring darkness. Incapacitated, I earnestly idolize idiots, identifying idioms, extrapolating ideas, inherently impatient.
Rachael MacDonaldPublished 12 months ago in Poets