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.

"Inferno Blossoms"
In shadows deep, where mysteries entwine, A paradox of spirit, both fierce and divine. She dances with flames, a hellfire's embrace,
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets
A Difficult Abecedarian
From Walt Disney's "Song of the South" released in 1946 was "Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah", which won the 1947 Academy Award for Best Song and is frequently used as part of Disney's montage themes, and which has become widely used in popular culture.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Harmony's Embrace
In the crucible of chaos, where shadows writhe, Humanity, a tapestry woven with threads of strife. Love, a fragile ember midst the tempest's roar,
By Vishnu3 years ago in Poets
A World Without A Heart
After many trials and errors, Bills needed to be paid, Can it be easy to live in this world of terror? Denying such responsibilities,
By Bass Man Eddie3 years ago in Poets
"THE 2 BEARS BECOME 3"
This is a short story I wrote as an 8-year-old child. I decided to publish it and enhance my childhood story revolving around my connection with bears and owls and Native American culture.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
Stranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Home
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
One for Me
Heart shattered , falling to the floor. I'm left here broken , crumpled on the ground. You led me on, Made me believe. You were the one,
By Kailee Harrington3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Winter
A brisk and biting wind begins to blow, Between the scattering of falling snow, Crystal flakes descending, an ethereal show.
By Varsha Elizabeth3 years ago in Poets
There's a Light — but it's not at the end of a tunnel.
Autumn leaves and winter trees. Blackened skies and cold nights. Cinnamon tea or hot chocolate coffee? Do you hear the wind dance softly?
By Marysol Ramos3 years ago in Poets
"Cosmic Harmony: A Poetic Ode to the Law of Attraction"
In the realm of cosmic whispers and unseen threads, Where dreams take flight on ethereal sleds. There lies a force, silent and true,
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets
The Forest of Enchantments
The Forest of Enchantments The sky adorned an orange cover, the forest of enchantments embosomed a crystal haze. As she walked through her way, the spirit of the enchanted forest held her hand and told her to stay.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets