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.

last ones left (1)
In a world where the undead held sway over the living, society had taken a surreal turn. Zombies, once the stuff of horror tales, now occupied positions of power and influence.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
last ones left (2)
But as the world decayed around them, those memories grew fainter, drowned out by the relentless groans of the undead ruling class. One fateful day, Victor stumbled upon a secret that shook him to his core.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (10)
In the heart of Happy Hill, amidst the blooming flowers and the whispered promises of forever, Batiste and Luna's love story blossomed like a rare and precious flower, its petals unfurling in a symphony of colors that painted the canvas of their lives with joy, wonder, and the enduring magic of love.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (8)
With trembling hands and a heart full of prayer, he gently slipped the magic ring onto Luna's finger, the runes glowing softly as if in recognition of the love that bound them together.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (9)
As the days turned into weeks and the seasons danced their eternal ballet, Batiste and Luna's love story continued to unfold like a tapestry woven with threads of passion, devotion, and unwavering faith.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (5)
He sought the guidance of medical experts, delved into ancient herbal remedies, and even ventured into the mystical realms of alternative medicine in his desperation to see Luna restored to health.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (6)
And it was there, amidst the flickering candlelight and the faint scent of ancient incense, that Batiste met the shop's eccentric proprietor—a wizened old man with twinkling eyes and a knowing smile.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (7)
"This, my dear friend," the old man intoned in a voice heavy with wisdom, "is no ordinary ring. It is a relic of ancient magic, a conduit of healing and restoration.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (4)
Luna, with her tender disposition and compassionate nature, was not spared from its relentless grasp. With a heavy heart and a determined resolve, Batiste visited Luna at her home, a bouquet of fragrant blooms in hand and a silent prayer on his lips.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (3)
They would often share moments of quiet camaraderie as they worked side by side, their conversations ranging from the intricacies of plant care to the dreams and aspirations that lay nestled within their hearts.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (1)
In the vibrant neighborhood of Happy Hill, Batiste was known far and wide as the go-to personal trainer. His days were filled to the brim with intense workouts, meticulously planned meal regimens, and motivating his clients to push past their limits and reach their fitness goals.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
happy hill (2)
Her name was Luna, and from the moment she stepped foot into his verdant sanctuary, her presence seemed to cast a spell of tranquility and beauty.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets