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 Journey Within
In the quiet dawn, when the world’s still asleep, I wander the paths where my thoughts gently creep, Through valleys of dreams where the shadows reside,
By Mohid Joiya2 years ago in Poets
Scent of Heaven
I was born as sweet as cinnamon on an apple pie Irresistible like a chocolate chip cookie on Christmas Eve- I let you drown with wild delight in my scent.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Poets
The Sky’s Gentle Touch
Beneath the trembling sky, the ground stood still, As if the earth could sense the breath of stars, A sigh that draped the hills in quiet thrill,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
beneath the falls (4)
A small group formed around them, a mix of townsfolk who had come together through shared experiences but never quite as allies. There was old Mrs. Jenkins, the town librarian, with her encyclopedic knowledge of local history.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
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The town of Alder Creek had always thrived on the gentle rhythm of its seasons. Nestled between rugged mountains and lush forests, its charm lay in the simplicity of life: the local bakery that filled the air with the scent of fresh bread, the sound of children laughing in the park, and the deep blue of the creek that meandered through it all. But on this particular morning, the tranquility was shattered by a rumble that echoed ominously in the distance.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
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They could feel the vibrations in their bones as the flood surged closer, and for a moment, they stood together, a small island of hope amidst the chaos. “Listen!” Tommy shouted over the roar.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
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At first, many were skeptical. “It’s just a rumor,” one woman insisted, clutching her baby. “They always exaggerate.” “Ma’am, the dam’s gone!” Tommy urged, desperation seeping into his voice.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
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Liam, you and I will go to the east side. We need to get everyone moving.” They split off, the urgency of their task igniting a fire within them. Clara and Liam raced towards the east, dodging through the narrow streets.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
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As the flood hit, they held onto one another, their resolve a shield against the raging waters. Alder Creek was tested that day, but from the depths of disaster, a new spirit emerged, unyielding and resilient.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
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Among the crowd was Clara Ramirez, a fiery schoolteacher who had recently returned to Alder Creek after years away. She had grown up in this town and knew its people well.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
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He paused, squinting at the horizon where the Cascade Dam loomed. It was an imposing structure, built decades ago to harness the river’s power, but rumors had circulated that it was deteriorating.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
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Time felt suspended as they moved through the streets, urgency propelling them forward. The sound of the water grew closer, a relentless crescendo that made the ground tremble.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets