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.

Dinosaur poetry about universal love
Morning light upon mighty titans of ancient, in primaeval realms where time soars. They moved so loudly that the earth shook. These ancient emperors, amidst profound landscapes. Gigantic, powerful creatures, concealed by the darkness of day and night. their outlines in relation to the sky, An image of ages past fleetingly. Tyrannosaurus, the Land King with spanned claws and crushing jaws. A hunter courageous, a predator vicious, Eternally recounted in prehistoric legends. Triceratops, decorated with horns, A giant who was compassionate yet ferociously mocked. It would graze in old woodlands, its armoured hide and unwavering stare. Stegosaurus's arranged plates It used to play in lush jungles. A gentle giant with a tail full of spikes Legends about it murmur in the wind of time. Brachiosaurus, a massive dinosaur, It was enthralled, standing above the trees. It would stretch its neck to nibble on leaves. Until the very end, a gentle giant. Plesiosaurs with elegant glamour swam in deep rivers where monsters lurked. Beneath the waves, their twisted shapes, They brave the mysteries of the past. And dinosaurs with wings spilled out into the air, where winds would soar. Magnificent avian animals, they ruled over all others when in flight. However, worlds would alter and time would pass. They met their range in unfamiliar landscapes. Their fossilised bones, preserved in stone, A monument to a restricted world. Nevertheless, their ghosts continue to haunt the dreams of the dead. Their legacy, as told in our stories, Of animals lost, yet never coming to rest. When we see them, let us be amazed by their power and feel like we are in awe of them. For we discover our own stories in theirs. In the echoes of an other planet.
By Isaac2 years ago in Poets
Black Sheep
Tamed werewolves Howl woefully To the rhythm set by A conductor's baton. One–two–three–four– One–two–three–four– The magic wand rises and falls,
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
The beginning
Before everything there must've been a beginning. *** When dark and bright separated, land rose from the endless ocean,
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
Loving The Little Things
On days I feel broken and my mind is a mess Kind words left unspoken holding a box of darkness When the size of my stature
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Anothen
What is a room without a door? A father without a son What is life without living? Classically, an instrumental without the lyrics
By Harydo Neon2 years ago in Poets
A Love Beyond Time
A Love Beyond Time In a little, captivated town settled between moving propensities and a sparkling lake occurred with a young lady named Clara. She had insight into her idea and how her laughing could edify even the most dull of days. Clara worked at the nearby warmed unprecedented kitchen, where the staggering fragrance of really set up bread and cakes twirled around. Dependably, she opened the shop happily, welcoming every client with warmth and rapture.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Street football
“Football is a space, a mindset, a type of freedom. My heart races as I watch the ball go between and through legs. Under and over the ball goes.
By Nana M. Singehebhuye2 years ago in Poets
No More
Birds stare from above as they soar Clash of the dinos Much like the rhinos Step and step to hide their pores Their hunt more like the two world wars
By Zena Fisher2 years ago in Poets
The Victorian Dinosaur Shopping Centre. Second Place in Poemosaurus Rex Challenge.
All the world was utterly surprised when Sir Richard Owen discovered us, A paleontologist discovering but living beings? Crystal Palace was abuzz with visitors travelling from far and wide,
By Sandra Tena2 years ago in Poets
Prehistoric World
Once there were so many unique creatures, on this planet, from over million to billion years ago— there were like the animals that we saw today— they came from many generations of these species-
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
prelude to summer
welcome though transient, the prelude to summer with newly grown blossoms, flowers spring forth when the sun's glory starts to show its glimmer
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Good Enough . Top Story - May 2024.
Sweetheart those russet orbs Settling inside your eyes, Those aren't boring as you say. Glint resembles the fireflies Tea, honey and sweet lies. Anxious to capture it's prey. No cigarettes, no champagne, You adorn an enchanting smile To subside the pain. Mi amor, You don't realize your power... You don't realize the honor, In between those thorns, A rose lies, eager for the hour. TO SAY SOMETHING To rip it out of her chest She swears to the devine, "You don't have to be the best." Says to herself Unable to express. She screams out hearing nothing in return, Banging her closed doors to find the echoes creeping through the walls She finds herself empty, Only the crimson that flows Ignites the burn. Tired, The masterpiece sinks down Into the abyss Eyes closed, Pure Bliss... Shedding pearls. Hidden behind the curls... She finds herself murmuring, A whisper that is rough, "Why am I not good enough."
By Sumayya Sharmin 2 years ago in Poets