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.

beneath the falls (7)
Clara and Liam burst into a small café, where the owner, an elderly man named Mr. Daniels, was oblivious to the storm brewing outside. “Mr. Daniels!” Clara shouted, urgency in her tone.
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beneath the falls (9)
As the last stragglers joined their group, they turned toward the old schoolhouse, a sturdy building that stood on higher ground, a beacon of safety. They could see the water, a brown torrent roaring down the valley, swallowing everything in its path.
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the last ember (7)
With a sudden lunge, the wolf charged, but the flames flared brighter as Sam swung the branch, striking the ground beside the beast. The wolf yelped and retreated momentarily, but it was undeterred, pacing back and forth, waiting for its chance.
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the last ember (8)
He knew he had to act. “Jake, grab more wood!” Sam shouted. “We need to make the fire bigger!” Jake darted into the snow, the cold biting at his skin as he hastily gathered fallen branches, the urgency fueling his movements.
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the last ember (9)
The wolf hesitated, its instinctual caution battling with its hunger. For a moment, it lingered at the edge of the light, watching them with unyielding intensity. Then, with a low growl, it backed away, slipping into the darkness from whence it came.
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the last ember (10)
Hours turned into a blur, but as dawn broke, the world outside began to transform. The sun peeked over the horizon, casting golden light on the white blanket of snow.
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the last ember (3)
“Okay, let’s do this,” Sam said, kneeling by a cluster of kindling they’d scavenged. He carefully placed the ember onto the dry twigs, holding his breath as he blew gently, coaxing the tiny flame to life.
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the last ember (4)
They had only one ember, and they knew that the moment it extinguished, their hope would dim with it. “Keep feeding it,” Sam instructed, adding small branches to the nascent fire.
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the last ember (5)
The darkness felt alive, filled with unseen predators lurking just beyond the edge of the light. Sam had heard stories of wildlife reclaiming areas abandoned by humans, and he knew the forest was not as empty as it seemed.
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the last ember (6)
The growling intensified, followed by the sound of rustling outside. Sam grabbed a sturdy branch, his grip firm as he stood protectively in front of his family. Jake moved closer to the fire, his hands trembling.
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the last ember (2)
“I don’t know,” Sam replied, forcing calm into his voice. “We need to stay warm and keep our wits about us. Help is coming. We just have to hold on.” Maya looked around at their makeshift shelter, the icy wind penetrating through the gaps.
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the last ember (1)
The world outside the shattered remains of the plane was a tempest of swirling snow and biting wind, each gust howling like a banshee. Inside the crumpled fuselage, the Anderson family huddled together, their breath visible in the frigid air.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets