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.

5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Of tales and feathers. AI-Generated.
I asked AI to translate one of my poems. It came up with a surprizingly emotional translation, and helpfully provided a line by line explanation.
By Vadim Kagan2 years ago in Poets
The Eternal Conundrum of Love: A Tale of Two Loves
The eternal conundrum of love. It's a tale as old as time, yet as fresh as the morning dew. For some, the first love is a fleeting dream that fades with the dawn of reality. For others, it's a flame that burns bright, only to be extinguished by the harsh realities of life. And then there are those who find themselves entangled in a web of true love, where the very essence of their being is consumed by the all-encompassing fire of devotion.
By Kaela Dian2 years ago in Poets
Strangely, my name is
I fell so madly in love with you, my Jade skinned Indian love, Your mer-tail like a jewel, so bright teal Your long limbs so elegantly placed against my skin, so cold and wet and
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
The River
Cry in your sleep. When the tears won't fall, Won't catch the light, cry. Let them nourish the ethereal Lilies of the dead.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Exploration
Sentiments to sediment The time it moves in increments No way to fully comprehend The way that it is spent Lifetimes measured in a year
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Random Thoughts #1
In the far reaches of my mind, it lingers. Its soft caress always draws me in closer. An indescribable feeling of anger, happiness, liberty and everything all at once.
By NoraPen2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Love like in the Movies
Oh the tenderness of your touch, How surreal it feels. The way you wrap me in your arms, I adore it so much, every part of my soul it heals.
By Anushka Pandey2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of an Unseen Star: A Poem on Miscarriage
Lost in the depths of night, fantasies were woven, The beginning of a life so fleeting, With fragile aspirations, lovers' souls bound,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
The Silent Weep
In a presentation's calm, where mumbles stop, A material hangs together as one. Brushstrokes hit the dance floor with bothered ease.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Tried fire. AI-Generated.
1. Introduction to Fire as a Poetic Symbol The element of fire has captivated the human race since the origin of imagination. It properly functions as one of the classic symbols of poetry. This element of fire has been utilized throughout time to convey the attributes of a variety of abstract ideals or actual aspects of human life. The symbol of fire is one which has created visions of the soft, serene warmth found near the open hearth; the conflagration inferno, devouring everything in blind heat and rage; the destructive beauty of a forest fire; the evil force bent on mental, spiritual or physical domination. All of these descriptive words are adjectives associated with fire, as it imparts significance to the poet's message.
By Paul2 years ago in Poets