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.
An Eye For An Eye A tooth for a Tooth
An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Revenge can be so real. When I witnessed losing everything. All I wanted was to make them pay.
Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)Published 3 months ago in PoetsUnfettered Happiness
If it makes you happy, let opinions fade, In the joy you find, let no judgment invade. For in the echoes of your heart's own song,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSunflower Symphony
In the garden of life, she stands so bright, A sunflower strong, catching every light. Bold and brave, facing winds untamed,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBeyond Snap Judgments
In the realm of thoughts, a daunting task, Where minds traverse, questions unmask. Thinking is difficult, a complex art,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFather Forgive Me
Tell me what you really want and please make it simple ---------- ---------- ---------- I've explained it in all perspectives, try to remember
J. K. AndersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBattle Scarred and Dangerous
He rides the bare back of a black stallion, Sitting tall with a scowl upon his handsome face, He wears boots made of the strongest wolf whiskers,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Sun's Big Kiss
The Sun's Big Kiss Little toes wiggle in the sand, Salty wind whispers, hand in hand. Seashells sing their ocean songs,
Sunil KushwahaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsRainbow Bridge
Rainbow Bridge Little raindrops, pitter-patter, Dancing down on rooftop chatter. Sun peeks through, a golden eye,
Sunil KushwahaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWind & Soul
Soul Soothing Journey Wind & Soul I sat on a dark wooden rocking chair that was on the porch of a friend’s house. My friend called me over for breakfast after I sent her a message saying I was having trouble holding on. When I arrived, I walked through the front door and she embraced me in her arms. I felt a genuine love pour out of her and directly into me. The warmth of this love caused me to melt in her arms. Nothing had changed in life; at the same time it felt like all had changed in life. She walked to a table at the center of her living room and picked up a teacup. She placed it in my hands and the warmth of the cup reminded me of the hug she’d just shared with me. Her hands settled around mine as they held the teacup, she then said,
Marysol RamosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsJust a Drop of Water
Soul Soothing Journey Just a Drop of Water To exist or to not exist, that is thy question? That is always the question. The point of living always seems to be as if there isn’t one. I will die, as will others, and all we have done will truly mean nothing. We will be forgotten and so will our opinions, words, and actions. Everything we do, create, and experience will just die along with us. So, what is the point? To just live and experience life in whatever way life will allow?
Marysol RamosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSoulful Mushroom
Soul Soothing Journey Soulful Mushroom I found myself to be only a few inches tall; resting under the hood of a mushroom, watching giant raindrops fall before me. I felt safe. After all, I created this place. The rain fell, but dissolved right into the dirt, only leaving behind its rejuvenating aroma. Each breath I took was gracefully savored, pouring out the pain of my soul and pulling in a revival from the earth. I kindly asked the rain to stop — and so it did. I placed my hand on the stem of the mushroom and thanked it for allowing me to enjoy the rain without being caught in it. I felt its vibration respond as a comforting friend saying, “it was my pleasure.” I admired the colors it displayed; a repetitive waterfall of orange, green, and blue that rippled down the mushroom, disappearing into the dirt. I walked from under the mushroom and felt myself grow.
Marysol RamosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsMagic Carpet Ride
Soul Soothing Journey Magic Carpet Ride It felt like a magic carpet ride; this magic, though, seemed more authentic. There were no genies, wands, or magic spells. Instead, it was the power of Mother Nature reconnecting with me as if I were a long-lost child.
Marysol RamosPublished 3 months ago in Poets