Tag: Surrealism
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The Quiet Awakening of Color #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
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 #poetry
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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Ephemeral People in the Subway of the Mind #poetry
Sometimes, all it takes is a single moment — a glance, a line of Neruda, a napkin prophecy — for someone to etch themselves into your soul forever. In this poem, fleeting strangers become eternal companions in the mind’s subway.
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What Topics Do You Like to Discuss? (An Exploration in Monologue) #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
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 #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
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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What Makes Me Nervous? (A Hovering) #poetry
A surreal, tangled poetic journey that shifts between I, you, and they—each person unraveling their nerves, hesitations, and unspoken trembles. This piece dives deep into the psyche, weaving vulnerability, inner monologues, and public masks into a shared landscape of human emotion.
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Unwritten Edges: A Tapestry of Moments, Myths, and Misdirections #poetry
A second walks into a bar and orders time, neat. A woman steps off a train while a man steps on, their shoulders grazing but never turning back. A magician smirks at the reflection that refuses to be seen. Reality blurs, dreams whisper, and fate weaves its improbable dance. And in the end? There is…
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Ink’s Whispered Cartography #poetry
I trace the needle’s hum, / a vibration stitched into yesterday’s skin— / you, standing there, will ask me tomorrow, / ‘What tattoo do you want?’ / and I’ll laugh, / because the ink already blooms / where the collarbone dips, / a raven with eyes like fractured clocks.
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Shatterglint Hymns in a Bent Abyss #poetry
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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