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.
Hélios
He stood there, alone wearing those pearly teardrops for a thousand years or decades; The world passed by, rarely glancing how he shone.
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Of tales and feathers
I asked AI to translate one of my poems. It came up with a surprizingly emotional translation, and helpfully provided a line by line explanation.
Vadim KaganPublished about 6 hours ago in Poets The Eternal Conundrum of Love: A Tale of Two Loves
The eternal conundrum of love. It's a tale as old as time, yet as fresh as the morning dew. For some, the first love is a fleeting dream that fades with the dawn of reality. For others, it's a flame that burns bright, only to be extinguished by the harsh realities of life. And then there are those who find themselves entangled in a web of true love, where the very essence of their being is consumed by the all-encompassing fire of devotion.
Kaela DianPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsStrangely, my name is
I fell so madly in love with you, my Jade skinned Indian love, Your mer-tail like a jewel, so bright teal Your long limbs so elegantly placed against my skin, so cold and wet and
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsThe River
Cry in your sleep. When the tears won't fall, Won't catch the light, cry. Let them nourish the ethereal Lilies of the dead.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsExploration
Sentiments to sediment The time it moves in increments No way to fully comprehend The way that it is spent Lifetimes measured in a year
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsRandom Thoughts #1
In the far reaches of my mind, it lingers. Its soft caress always draws me in closer. An indescribable feeling of anger, happiness, liberty and everything all at once.
BleachMysticalRosePublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsIf I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
Hridya SharmaPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsThe Love like in the Movies
Oh the tenderness of your touch, How surreal it feels. The way you wrap me in your arms, I adore it so much, every part of my soul it heals.
Anushka PandeyPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsWhispers of an Unseen Star: A Poem on Miscarriage
Lost in the depths of night, fantasies were woven, The beginning of a life so fleeting, With fragile aspirations, lovers' souls bound,
Dr. Jason BenskinPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsThe Silent Weep
In a presentation's calm, where mumbles stop, A material hangs together as one. Brushstrokes hit the dance floor with bothered ease.
Rony SutradarPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsIn the Shadows of Lost Love
In a room where shadows lie, A girl sits with a mournful sigh. Her heart, once full of love’s embrace, Now bears the weight of empty space.
Nguyễn Huyền TrâmPublished about 23 hours ago in Poets