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 Congruity of Adoration: A Beautiful Reflection on Harmony
In an age portrayed by determined unrest and peevishness, the quintessence of affection arises as a strong counteractant, having the noteworthy capacity to cause harmony both inside the individual and inside the more extensive embroidery of human connections. Love, with its inherent characteristics of sympathy, understanding, and solidarity, fills in as a scaffold that associates dissimilar hearts and psyches. This exposition looks to commend the double excellencies of affection and harmony through a unique sonnet that mirrors their cooperative relationship, exemplifying the idea that genuine congruity can be accomplished when love prospers.
By MOSIE hazime2 years ago in Poets
Poem
In nightfall's hug, where shadows delicately play, Two spirits meet underneath the winding down day. The stars stir, with murmurs sweet and low,
By MOSIE hazime2 years ago in Poets
Vampire
I fell for the horns protruding from the gaps in your obsidian bangs. Unacquainted with your secondary set of fangs, you bit into
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
A Love Bipolar
insanity always seemed to fit try as I may, it lingers here inside my mind, whispering you are not good enough maybe you heard it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Lost the Masterwork to the Abyss
where do poems we write in the night go while we lie, dreaming and scheming perfection is borne of ignorance or dissonance
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Cycle of Renewal
This pain will not last, what begins must also end, a new beginning, to bring about something grand, grander than ever before,
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Injustice War
War collusion of weaponed souls Groveling minds reflecting Foreshadowed images under the blazing dawn Harvesting the labor of lives taken through stereotypical manipulation. The fire of death is birthed between different objectives. A personal vendetta is a dehumanizing projectory. Unheard stories remain folded under turning graves. While freedom is law being put for favored measures. Discriminating perspectives Overwhelming the logical defences. It's the injustice war of power and control to eliminate the light the end of tunnel has claimed. Transparent messages not intertwining with the referred principles. Being taught self-hate Being shown self-love is for the illusionist. Over-bearing the internal pain, The merely systemed crimes committed inside the unseen mind, is a tormenting imagery. Victim among victim's, but also a tyrant among dead king's. The dark summons after the clouded sun. Grieve finds it's path back to the griever. Tears start to ocean the faith. Life then becomes a meaningless word dotted above the obituary. Injustice war still reigns supreme but every counted soldier becomes lost within the forward counting caskets. The present moment is the only elephant in the room. The future is nolonger told among stars in the sky but scripted rapidly from those that have fallen. Ones life becomes the absence of capital distribution Nature takes its course to flee corpse's with stole dignity to a place of eternal slumber. The hunger of peace has unforseen casualties Preparing a choir from God. Sympathy then becomes mortal Love then becomes a vaccine available depending on your status.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
Labyrinth of Shadows. AI-Generated.
In the shadows of a fractured mind, Echoes of silence, cruel and unkind, Whispers of demons, shadows that creep, In the hollow caverns where nightmares seep.
By Zohan Ali2 years ago in Poets
Space Opera
We were traveling through space when a lunar tempest diverted your heart from mine. You however were salvaged by a lone spaceman bearing wine,
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Ruin
We melted adhesives over our interlocked fingers to prevent detachment anxiety. It failed, yet quietly. Ending my devout
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
"FRIENDSHIP DETERIORATED". Content Warning.
I wrote this prose, this poem, these lyrics in Word. I feel these thoughts, these words that I typed into Word today fit into so many scenarios of life in 2024. Divide & conquer is the foundation for controlling men to take over lives of humans. Families and friendships of many years are split apart as the division between truth & lies has become a blurred reality. My friend chose the pillars of mind control of the faux lies of the orange buffoon. I choose light, freedom, and conquering fear to promote unity in America.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Cathartic Chaos
right in the middle of my ordinary chaos came out to play it’s freedom was wild and extraordinary prophetic, profound and gay
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets