Tag: Surrealism
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The Quiet Awakening of Color
They always told me, paint what you feel. But no one warned me that feelings grow lungs when you pour too much of your soul into pigment. For years, I have stood before white silence — the spotless canvas breathing softly, like a secret waiting for confession. #FreeVersePoetry #SurrealistPoetry #ArtAndSoul #PaintersJourney #CreativeWriting #ExistentialPoetry #ArtisticExpression #PoetryLovers…
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The Unwritten Résumé: A soul-whisper
I once folded time in the scent of warm bread, a 3 a.m. baker in a town that forgot the moon… Now I’m a collector of all that never made it to résumé paper— a curator of invisible work.
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Cartographer of the Unnamed Sky
What gives you direction in life? This poem maps a surreal dialogue between the self, the reader, and Direction—who wears many masks, never stays still, and refuses to be defined. Spinning through anatomical maps, laundromats, and desert cacti, this piece dances through confusion, illusion, and unexpected clarity.
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What Topics Do You Like to Discuss? (An Exploration in Monologue)
A surreal, whimsical journey through the ordinary and the overlooked — this poetic monologue invites you to explore everything from staplers and socks to dreams and dust, all through an irreverently introspective lens.
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Saturation: The Ache That Ate the Sky
A surrealist exploration of obsessive longing, emotional hunger, and phantom intimacy, this poem weaves different perspectives into one trembling tapestry of desire. Saturation isn’t love—it’s the storm before, during, and after.
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Shatterglint Hymns in a Bent Abyss
time is a jellyfish / stinging itself into knots, / tentacles of seconds / slapped against / the windshield of perception— / splat! / splat! / splat! / and the wipers / are broken, / smearing yesterday / into a greasy tomorrow.
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A World That Has Lost All Colour: (An Odyssey in Greyscale)
A world once painted in fire and song, now drowned in the silence of greyscale forgetting. She tries to taste red, he reaches for blue, I whisper to the void—nothing answers. When colour fades, does the world remain? Or do we fade with it?
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My Morning Routine: A Chronicle
I wake in the hush before the hush before the hush before the scream of the clock. The bed swallows me, spits me out. I negotiate with the morning stranger in the mirror, promising coffee in exchange for recognition. Somewhere, the day waits, a beast at the threshold—it does not ask if I am ready.
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They Whisper, They Roar: The Odyssey of My Shoes
My shoes? Ah, my shoes—not mere leather and lace, but the conspirators of my wanderlust. They have whispered secrets in moonlit alleys, roared through storm-drunk streets, and danced on forgotten battlefields. They remember every step, every scrape, every place where time stood still. Listen, and they will tell you stories of mystery, adventure, and the…
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The Room is Unfamiliar: A Journey into the Self
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. The walls hum in tones I’ve never heard. Not whispers. Not words. Just a vibration. A presence. The room is not just a place—it’s a mirror, a canvas of fears, memories, and truths. In its stillness, I find myself.
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The Unseen Paradox: What Most People Don’t Know About Me
In a world that thrives on loud declarations and neatly packaged narratives, there is something profoundly human about what remains unseen and unsaid. Here’s a look into the contradictions that shape my hidden self, a journey through the absurd, the silent, and the unfinished.
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The Surreal Moment I Realized I Was Growing Up: A Journey Through Time and Adulthood
In a world where time warps and reality bends, I found myself slipping into adulthood without realizing it. Through surreal moments that felt both familiar and foreign, I embarked on an unplanned journey where growing up was less about becoming and more about losing something precious.


