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.
Elementals
Earth, mother of souls, Mossy forest of Stillness, Bring peace and balance. Rain, the drumming song, Lotus ponds of cleansing change,
Ariel CurryPublished about a year ago in PoetsWinter
Winter; cathartic silencer of life, essential to every cycle, braided in every season, but the only one floating between endings and beginnings.
Kris LelielPublished about a year ago in PoetsGlorifying the Gods
Flames devoid of warmth a grim realm for perished souls known as Hades' Hell. * Oh, the irony Gaia is both womb and tomb
Wrist
Heaven’s breath, bemuse, wayward spirits below, light – blue jays prance in snow. __________________________________
Violet LeStrangePublished about a year ago in PoetsGems of the Elementals
Sea of sapphire dreams, May your ripples paint the world, Beyond the despair. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Victoria TurnbullPublished about a year ago in Poets- Top Story - January 2023
Static Night
Streetlights buzz like Van Gogh's stars as cars create grey tidal waves along sidewalks and imitate the wind. . At night,
sleepy draftsPublished about a year ago in Poets Abundance
in the past I always thought of abundance as an influx of money can you say ego? Money is everything, but money isn't everything
I Am Sav ReneePublished about a year ago in PoetsDesert Balloons
She was hotter than summer sidewalks in Saudi Arabia while I was far from pristine. We talked for some time before I eventually let go of my strings.
Jeffrey SparksPublished about a year ago in PoetsHyde and seek
Snapping at me with bloodstained jowls and teeth as unnerving as Simon Cowells, Dad is starting our holiday with a severe case of jetlag.
Yuki
Inu - Run along ruinous winter wisp For you to be gone my only wish My summer too cold left me remiss I wish it wasn’t so.
Kuro SeijakuPublished about a year ago in PoetsA great adventure(4)
The grandest of tales succumbs not in castles, the joyous victors of the spoils turns not it into a loot. Once an orphan
Social media
Social Media Poem In pixels and bytes we share our days Through screens both near and far away We scroll and like, we post and tag Connecting with friends, old and new, a ragtag
TechparadisePublished about a year ago in Poets