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.
Crosshair
Got the bullseye but my technique’s not strong. Butcher-knife in my eye, now my vision’s all off. Your grenades are thrown at me, in a second I’m gone.
Desmond RazzanoPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Karmic Clock
we begin at the bottom of the heavy pendulum thoughts and deeds take so long to return . but soon you will realise as you begin the climb
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 2 months ago in Poetsi don't want to fear
found with raw data, a familiar, liminal little thing: a basicly trained animal, the new new-to-you. this road leads to nowhere.
⸘jason alan‽Published 2 months ago in Poetsit is so noted
someone once said, he believes in magic! he believes in words; what's worse, himself. you ought fear him. so, it shall be told, it is so noted.
⸘jason alan‽Published 2 months ago in PoetsParis
Wading into the Canals he realized in that moment...the waters of that place were different now... with tears in his eyes he submerged and by the sacrifice of the Last Dreamer, the Curse was broken! Or so it may have seemed.
Devin JamesPublished 2 months ago in PoetsParis
This city held many scars. Scars that riddled every doorstep and every ledge. These scars were made from love. Every night, a Beautiful Dreamer would dance the Danse Macabre
Devin JamesPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMy soul claims all your love
In the silence of the night, my soul calls you, Claim all your love, without any plot. Like the river flowing to the sea,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 2 months ago in PoetsLove, Madness, and Marriage: Navigating the Complexities of Human Relationships
In the realm of human emotions, few experiences rival the intensity and unpredictability of falling in love. It's a phenomenon often celebrated as divine, yet lurking beneath its surface lies a dangerous madness—a madness that can wreak havoc on the stability of marriages if left unchecked.
Christopher EzehPublished 2 months ago in Poets"Luminescent Reverie"
Bathed in silver glow, a celestial ballet, The moon ascends, in the night's grand display. A guardian orb, in the velvet sky's domain,
Laiba AhmedPublished 2 months ago in Poets**Whispers in the Shadows**
In shadows whispered, tales take flight, Rumors dance in the cloak of night. A fleeting breeze, with secrets in tow, Gossip's echo, an uncertain shadow.
Laiba AhmedPublished 2 months ago in PoetsIt's All Been Done
Sometimes I feel like Everything that can be felt, has been felt Everything that can be written, has been written Everything that can be done, has been done
Everyday JunglistPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMy Happy Little Tree
She’s my happy little tree Blossoming into her personality I get down to play with her I’m her horse crawling on my hands and knees
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in Poets