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.
I am unique. I am special. I am me
In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills, there lived a girl named Lily. She had always been different from the other children. While they played tag and rode their bikes, Lily would often be found sitting under the old oak tree, lost in her thoughts.
By Chukwuebuka Ibe3 years ago in Poets
Women
Sing the song of equality, let it ring, In my eyes, no difference, no dividing string. In this vast world, creations grand and wide, Half by women's hands, and half by men's stride. All the pain and tears, this world has known, Half by women's grace, and men's strength shown. In battles fierce, men's bloodshed's known by all, But women's sacrifices, an untold, silent call. Mothers gave their hearts, sisters served with care, In the brave's memorial, their stories are rare. In an era not solo, but a collective flight, Women inspire, empower, their strength a guiding light. A time has dawned where masters cease to be, No more men above, women too hold the key. An age of suffering, an age of equity, Where none remain in chains, but rise in unity. If a man keeps a woman in binding chain, In this new era, he'll find only pain. For the age's creed, simple and true, What you inflict returns, it comes back to you.
By Shidhartha Howlader3 years ago in Poets
