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.
Friendship Taken to Another Level.
It was a regular Tuesday afternoon at Ravenous Enterprises, my music recording studio. I was in the middle of arranging a melody for a new track when the door swung open, and in walked my dear friend, Mr. Sheraz. Aka “Chinx”.” We had known each other for over three decades and were the closest of friends. He wore a wide grin on his face, which was a rare sight since he was generally a composed and serious man.
By Syed Omar Hussain3 years ago in Poets
Miracle of Birth
Amidst the dawn's soft golden hue, A miracle unfolds anew. The stage is set, the moment near, A wondrous journey, full of cheer. In sacred cradle, life's begun, A journey shared by moon and sun. Within the womb's warm, tender hold, A tale of life, a tale untold. With every heartbeat, life's symphony, A dance of love and harmony. A mother's strength, a father's pride, In every breath, love is supplied. As nature's rhythms intertwine, A miracle, so divine. A mother's pain, her love profound, With every contraction, strength's found. In labor's throes, new life takes flight, The veil of pain, a canvas bright. The joy and tears, emotions blend, A new chapter, a love to mend. With cries of life, the world resounds, As joyous laughter fills the grounds. A child's first breath, a wondrous sound, The earth rejoices, love unbound. In tiny hands and tiny feet, A bond of love, forever sweet. The circle of life, complete at last, A future written, a story vast. In every birth, a gift so pure, A love that's boundless, love secure. A journey starting, hearts entwined, A cherished soul, a love defined. So, celebrate this miracle's worth, The wonder and magic of childbirth. For in this act, life's beauty lies, A testament to love that never dies.
By Samanta L. Burey3 years ago in Poets
Rising from the Abyss
In the depths of darkness, shadows loom, A journey down to the abyss's gloom. Hitting rock bottom, the ground gives way, In the void of despair, we find our stay. Through trials and tribulations, we roam, Facing demons that claim we're alone. In the echoes of our shattered dreams, Rock bottom's embrace, colder it seems. Yet amidst the darkness, a spark persists, A glimmer of hope, no soul resists. For in the darkest hour, hearts may mend, Finding strength from the pain to transcend. Like a phoenix rising from ashes' dearth, Hitting rock bottom can signal rebirth. In the depths, a seed of resilience sown, A chance to rise, a new path to own. The struggle for light, the climb so steep, Embracing the pain, the secrets we keep. From the depths, we emerge to the light, Rock bottom's release, a moment to fight. With courage, we muster, and hope prevails, Through valleys low and towering trails. Each step upward, the darkness fades, As we rebuild the life that cascades. So let us remember, when shadows mar, Rock bottom can guide us to who we are. For in the abyss, we find the way, To rise and thrive, a brighter day.
By Samanta L. Burey3 years ago in Poets
The Alchemy of Transmutation
In the crucible of life's grand design, The alchemy of transmutation aligns. A metamorphosis, both deep and true, Transforming souls in a cosmic brew. From leaden hearts to golden grace, The soul evolves, finds a higher place. Transmuting pain to wisdom's gold, A journey of the spirit, yet untold. In shadows' dance, the darkness wanes, As transmutation's light remains. Through trials faced, the spirit gains, Strength to endure, amidst the rains. With every step, the spirit learns, To embrace the fire, where passion burns. In heat intense, the old dissolves, A phoenix rises, life evolves. Through every cycle, old and new, The soul discovers what is true. Transcending limits, soaring high, In transmutation's boundless sky. From struggles faced, new strengths are found, In transformation, truth is crowned. From ashes risen, pure and free, Transmutation breathes life's decree. So, let us yield to the cosmic flow, Embrace the change, let go and grow. For in the alchemy of the soul, Transmutation's magic takes control. Through every trial, every test, The soul embarks on a sacred quest. To find the essence, the inner core, In transmutation, we restore.
By Samanta L. Burey3 years ago in Poets
Sirens of the Deep
Beneath the moon's enchanting gleam, In the depths of the ocean's dream, A secret world where waters sway, The mermaids' realm, where they hold sway. With tails of shimmering scales, they glide, Through azure waves, their spirits ride. Sirens of beauty, fair and free, Guardians of the mystical sea. Their voices carry in the breeze, A haunting melody that can appease. The songs they sing, a lullaby, That captures hearts, it can't deny. With flowing tresses, sea-kissed hair, They dance and twirl without a care. In coral gardens, they reside, A world where magic can't be denied. Beneath the surface, they reside, Where sunlight's rays can't fully guide. A world of wonders, yet unknown, A place where dreams and myths are sown. They are the daughters of the tide, In their embrace, secrets reside. With mystic eyes, they watch and wait, Their ancient wisdom to create. Beware, though charming is their call, For some have known their rise and fall. Their beauty masks a treacherous game, To lure unwary hearts to shame. Yet, in their realm, a rare few find, A love that lasts through space and time. With mermaids' hearts, a soul can bind, A union that transcends the tides. So, let us honor mermaids' lore, The mythical beings we adore. In their allure, a magic steeped, Sirens of the deep, forever keep.
By Samanta L. Burey3 years ago in Poets
