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.

A Delightful Day
The sun rose high, a bright beacon in the sky, Promising a day of endless delight. Families gathered with laughter in the air, The amusement park beckoned, beyond compare. Rides twisted and turned, a thrilling spree, Children's eyes sparkled with unbridled glee. Cotton candy clouds in pink hues, Faces lit up like morning dews. Twilight descended, fireworks soared, Painting the heavens, a spectacle adored. The day ended with hearts full and bright, Memories made under the starlit night, so right.
By Pallabi Saikia2 years ago in Poets
Pushing Boulders Uphill Both Ways
Even proud oak leaves Fall when seasons turn, glory Unsustainable ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Unchained Melody
Everything was fine and then, that song The one that played the day we met Your eyes, that smile, our first kiss Now the melody sings
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Burning Harm Away
Raging in defence, from those who wish to cause harm, with flames of justice, burning causation to ash, to scatter along the ground,
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
The Weight of a Smile: When Sadness Visits Paradise. AI-Generated.
The Weight of a Smile: When Sadness Visits Paradise A crack in joy, a whispered tear, A heart that aches, a hidden fear. The sun still shines, the birds still sing,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Invisible: A Poem of Silent Echoes. AI-Generated.
Whispers of the Invisible: A Poem of Silent Echoes In the corners of bustling streets, She glides, unseen, a whisper Among the shouts of hurried feet,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Veiled Whispers: The Enigma of the Invisible Girl. AI-Generated.
Veiled Whispers: The Enigma of the Invisible Girl In realms unseen, a silent war, A girl confronts what lies in store. A heavy heart, a weary soul,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Prevail
Mental agony, I've grasped on the survivors spirit-like prosperity Immune to defeat, mountains rattle for my greater purpose of destiny Being a slave to intellectual knowledge But also being king for the insisted outcomes Less of a tyrant to cripple my humble beginning Meditating prayer, manifesting for accolades that'll sooner be an armor An armor used to encounter hardships put upon the empty road I walk The more I walk the wiser the vision becomes I will prevail because I'm not just a student I'm a leader in the making in his Image The only image I can't discredit nor dishonor Living to see another day only to be better than yesterday I will prevail I will prevail.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
Gothic Love
The synchronization of our tongues Ripens my soul out cold like a forbidden fruit The garden of eden deepens the paradise of a disturbed land of rejected creatures like myself. The fire burns in my eye's and the smoke storms around my soul. You'll make me cut my wrist... Bleeding passion Bleeding from a dead body's spirit Bleeding enough life being manufactured from my soul. You're the cause of intimacy crawling out of my breath I guilt trip into your self kept arms The explicit ecstacy crawls it's nails into my scattered heart. The pain cuddles under the sheets of my grievery. I'm into her better than the suicidal thoughts slavering her. Let us birth a love goddess Let us become our own death Let us be a new profound knowledge of the hidden breeds Share my casket with before we're two inventions down the History book's. Let us scar each other until there's no skin to porch. Hypnotized beings drenched with each other's entity Troubled by destiny befriending their past animosity. Our words weigh heavy burdens on our shoulder's. Dying like art has had enough with our shaded minds I've got your soul signature burned down my spiritual path. Let us sit and watch as time grows besides us We're taken care of it so well that it holds our memories No one comes between us except the winds blowing through our transparent bodies. My solely awkward nature to show love is the reason behind the trust issues I posses. Burned bridges, old stitches, trapped in a maze wickening. The deepening desire salvaging my thirst of loves ignition That burns the forest, my demons are currently hiding in It's an exploited scene, we both slaves of this critical illness. I write a scripture with a bleeding dragon heart, knifed words through an imparted paper that loosens twisted auras. I feel dead inside with a psychological prove that we're interpreted to be. It's the love you can't change even if the the emotional Rollercoaster is a road to hell. Let's glance through the glass while it's empty because our hearts don't fit. With lack of experience to further comprehend our durability Maybe as one or many survivals Away from each like two head raged English man on a blood stained war zone trying to stop peace from being the only atmosphere. Your my religion because I keep praising your flaws from your soul. Undeniably a cynical character Undeniably a sophisticated quote I keep as an apparition for my tainted mind.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
The Quintessence of Endurance
In the shadows where the whirlwind thunders, At the point when quietness grasps the shaking shore, Arises trust, a glinting fire,
By MOSIE hazime2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of a Broken Heart
In nightfall's grip, where murmurs stay, A heart, when entire, presently says goodbye, To dreams that moved on silver streams,
By MOSIE hazime2 years ago in Poets
poem
At the point when dusk dives and day says goodbye, In the diminishing light, these murmurs force. From lips to ears, through shadows they flutter,
By MOSIE hazime2 years ago in Poets