3 result(s) for Salvador Dali Poems.
These poems are completely original - not copied from anywhere. Feel free to use them however you want.
Backward Rhythms
In the gallery where time dares to unwind,
Ticking back like an old clock’s embrace,
Whispers of minutes in shadows entwined,
Artful snapshots of a surreal race.
Canvas drips like the sands of reversed streams,
Where seconds have dreams, and futures retreat,
Elegance floats on the edge of our schemes,
Reality's dance, a perplexing heartbeat.
Each brushstroke a sigh, each hue a regret,
Time walks with a gait that circles and bends,
A paradox settled in moments we fret,
Back to the start, where the story transcends.
A Walk on Stilts
In dreams where elephants roam tall,
With stilts that scrape the painted sky,
They waltz on thoughts both strange and small,
And challenge gravity's sly lie.
Each step a ponder, vast and grand,
Upon the canvas of the mind,
A universe without a hand,
Where logic’s tether is unconfined.
Their trunks like brushstrokes, swirling grace,
In surreal gardens, shadows weave,
Each thrum of heart, a timeless trace,
In Dali’s whimsy, we believe.
Oh, let them wander, let them prance,
Through landscapes of the farthest thought,
In every curious circumstance,
A masterpiece of wonder sought.
Dreams in Surreal Shadows
In shadows deep, where whispers weave,
Reality twists in the web we believe.
A soft sun drips from the edge of the night,
Melting clocks turn time into flight.
Eyeballs rise like stars in a trance,
While figures dance in a fevered romance.
Dreamscapes unfold, where the strange feels at home,
In this theater of thought, we wander and roam.
Each brushstroke sings secrets, suspensefully spun,
As fantasy swells in the shadows begun.
So fear not the margins where odd visions play,
For in Dali's embrace, night reveals light's ballet.
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