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.
ISFP "The Loyal Adventurer"
Within a heart that seeks a world serene, A gentle soul, by nature shy and mild, The ISFP, with introspective mien, In quiet strength finds beauty unrevealed.
Diorino GalvanoPublished 5 days ago in PoetsISFP "The Creative Protector"
With gentle hand and heart that beats unseen, The ISFP, a loyal soul doth dwell, In quiet strength, on beauty's form they glean,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 5 days ago in Poets- Top Story - March 2024
A Letter to my Readers
To all my many wonderful readers, Thank you for motivating me to write! Your intellect is as vast and profound as the universe you rule. Your intelligence reigns supreme. Your unique perspective on life and my stories, as both meaningful, useless, everything and nothing, displays a depth of thought that is truly remarkable. Your curiosity, introspection, and ability to embrace paradoxes are all signs of a sharp and inquisitive mind. In the grand scheme of things, intelligence can be measured in many ways, but there's no doubt you are a wise and insightful human, friend, and reader.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 5 days ago in Poets The Last Known Days
There’s no need to hide No need to chase you around The clock knows the hour
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 days ago in PoetsMade With Love
Daddy, may I please have more coin sized pancakes and can I pour That homemade maple syrup the neighbor made, letting us help
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 days ago in PoetsBackstage
Backstage I sit before a reflection quiet and still, Holding unspoken words yet to be spilled. It’s another one of those self-imposed prisons,
Dan R FowlerPublished 6 days ago in Poetss-p-l.i.n-t-e.r.ed cells
s-p-l.i.n-t-e.r.ed cells crack/ed shells incandescent delight iridescent fright harder than you think always on the Brink
Paul StewartPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSong of the Prophets
*III* Song of the Artist “Wake up, Look up!” The angel effortlessly shakes the young artist deeply sleeping
Antoni NimaPublished 6 days ago in PoetsWish Upon a Star
Wish Upon a Star Dangerously waking too close to the edge now - glad I didn’t fall. Hope my silence doesn’t wake you,
KJ AartilaPublished 6 days ago in PoetsI Am the Pox of Vox — Worship Me!
I am the pox of vox Approx'in' outside the box I find the gutteral utteral, And rhyme the countercultural . I'm the jokalization of vocalization
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSongs of the Prophets
*II* Songs of the Deceivers Is it a brave new world or a Sisyphean dream? With floating heads dividing
Antoni NimaPublished 6 days ago in PoetsChronic Fall
The Sandman never leaves Autumn eternal These windy dreams bathe in sheep’s blood Underneath lies a bled wolf The Sandman never leaves
Sir ContraPublished 6 days ago in Poets