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.

shadows of the lost city (6)
Their attacks grew more frequent, small slashes in the night, quick assaults meant to wear them down. Elena was the first to name them. “Wraiths,” she whispered. “They’re like shadows, but alive, hunting us.” By the fifth day, their food was running low, and exhaustion weighed heavily on the group.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
shadows of the lost city (4)
There was something in the trees, something beyond the usual wildlife. They heard rustling, the snap of branches, but when they shone their flashlights into the dark, there was nothing but an endless stretch of forest.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
shadows of the lost city (7)
On the seventh day, they found it.The city was vast, its stone ruins swallowed by the forest. Vines curled around crumbling pillars, and what was left of the once-great walls jutted from the earth like broken teeth.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
shadows of the lost city (8)
“These symbols… they weren’t meant to guide people here. They were meant to keep them out.”“What do you mean?” Elena asked, her hand on the hilt of her knife, ready for anything.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
shadows of the lost city (3)
It wasn’t just the absence of sound; it was the feeling that the forest itself was watching them, its canopy dark and oppressive, blocking out the sun. By the third day, the first of the creatures appeared.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
shadows of the lost city (2)
Beside him were Grace, a brilliant archaeologist whose keen mind had pieced together what little was known of the lost civilization; Marcus, a geologist obsessed with the idea that the city might be built atop untold riches; and Elena, a survivalist whose skills in navigating uncharted territories had saved them more than once.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
shadows of the lost city (1)
The forest was ancient, its towering trees like sentinels guarding a secret no one had touched in centuries. There were whispers of a lost city hidden within, a place once home to a civilization now forgotten, buried under layers of time.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
shadows of the lost city (5)
Ravi worked quickly, stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wound, but Nate’s words lingered.“Shadows,” Jackson muttered, scanning the treeline.“We should turn back,” Marcus said, his voice wavering. “Whatever did this… it’s not natural.”
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
ECHOES OF DESPAIR
Oh you who sits above men in this land; Have you forgotten that death sits above you? To have pillaged entire civilizations with such pride
By Literalcate2 years ago in Poets
The Unseen Conversations
I spoke aloud into the empty air, Words spun like silver threads, unsure where They’d land, or if they’d ever be returned—
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The Three Laws of Food Pathogen Diagnostics
The 1st law There is always a tradeoff between speed and sensitivity. The probability of false negatives from any given rapid method increases proportionally with overall assay speed (i.e. reductions in assay enrichments, sample prep, and/or detection times).
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Poets
"Changes Through the Years". Content Warning.
Changes Through the Years Looking back through the years Today I opened my ‘2023 my life songs’ Through all the tears of
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets