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.
Encounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsLife-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in Poets- Top Story - April 2024
"PERILOUS CLIMB"
PERIOLOUS CLIMB STRUGGLING TO GET BACK TO THE TOP Expressions of struggling and climbing to the top again a perilous journey of being human.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 5 days ago in Poets MYSTIC VIXEN
I've been plagued with lucid dreams Of the Mystic Vixen, Her voice a velvet thunder Smiting me with silent lightning * Just one brief moment together,
Sincerely RobPublished 5 days ago in PoetsWhen The Frost Whispers My Name
* Ask me in December when the frost whispers my name When you begged me to remember our bodies dancing near the flame
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 days ago in PoetsPOETIC MOON
Enchantress dancing upon calm waters, amidst the starry night, Captivating with her magic charm, evokes surreal liquid delight.
Jon H. DavisPublished 5 days ago in PoetsLayla's Eyes
By day, the sun ignites the sand, A scorching gaze across the land. But in your eyes, Layla, I see, A moonlit oasis, cool and free.
mahmoud elsaadPublished 5 days ago in PoetsCompetitions
When there’s talk of Competition I REFUSE to be Impotent Being Stenotopic's for Insects, Survival is Imminent. Options express an infinite
Thavien YliasterPublished 6 days ago in Poets"BIRTH, LIFE, DEATH"
BIRTH, LIFE, DEATH ARE WE JUST DUST IN THE WIND? I walked outside in the 80-degree sunshine today. I looked across the way
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 6 days ago in Poets- Top Story - April 2024
fate
mother i am piece of you, cloth trying to dye itself another color caged bird trying to break free black swan or white
R.C. TaylorPublished 6 days ago in Poets "Murmurs of the Endless"
Unobtrusive murmurs in nightfall's hug, Where shadows dance in immortal beauty. Fleeting dreams in the vast ocean, An orchestra of stars is our inheritance.
Kamran AlamPublished 6 days ago in PoetsOh fake friend
In the land of tea and rain, where manners reign, Lies a tale of friendship, fleeting and feigned. With smiles as bright as the sun's gentle gleam,
Deborah AlbertPublished 6 days ago in Poets