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.
Slipping
I'm slipping. The world starts crumbling and everything seems to blur. My eyes don't go exactly where I want them to. My mind won't focus. The images in my head are blurred and faded, I want them to stop shaking.
Cathedral
Faded carpets and worn-down pews, Riddled with tourists and camera crews People, there’s people everywhere, People beside and surrounding me
ThatOne_GirlPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsSharp
I am coarse, rough around the edges but not like sand. Not in the way that it can feel soft, masquerade as something nice.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsM I L K
Figuratively, we bought a house where sand meets the shore. The train station a ways off, rolls through if need be. An iron furnace piped the ceiling amongst the marble.
Natasha CollazoPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsMy Visitors
My Visitors So, you’re leaving I heard the voices say, Those that came to visit me yesterday. Upon ethereal winds, they came fluttering,
Dan R FowlerPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsThe Birth Of Awakening
Have you ever seeked what you're unable to identify, unable to visualize The constant anticipation that plays in your mind like a dopamine effect
How Did I Fall In Love?
How did I fall in love? You captured the brightest light in the sky, Then you placed in my heart, Where the brightest star glittered and shone,
Carol TownendPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsD.I.N.O.S.A.U.R
Dissected destiny, eclipsed and extinct Inconceivable carnage pushed you to the brink Now history is repeating, still, we sit back and think
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 23 hours ago in Poets"SOULS REINCARNATE"
SOULS REINCARNATE LOVERS LOVE WHILE HATERS HATE THIS IS A PROSE WRITTEN NOT TO EXPOSE ANY ONE PERSON OR PEOPLES BUT TO LOOK AT LIGHT AND MAGIC. I READ STORIES, WATCHED MOVIES, WATCHED THE NEWS 2024. I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT THE DEGREE OF HATERS AND LIARS OF EX FRIENDS, EX LOVERS, AND JUST EVERYDAY PEOPLE AS WELL AS LEADERS OF OUR WORLD AND THE UNDERWORLD OF SCAMMERS AND THEIVES. THIS STORY IS MEANT TO LOOK AT HUMANITY AND OUR SOCIALOGICAL WELFARE OF OUR WORLDS THAT WE LIVE IN ON EARTH.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished a day ago in PoetsFlip the Camera
Flip the camera Heart seed, samara Mental fruit and praise Vintage grip and haze Flash of hot lightning Struck the glass sighting
Rowan FinleyPublished a day ago in PoetsIn My Room
* You crawl over my skin like a goosebump blanket me with an unending chill Playing dead in the shadows you lay slumped
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished a day ago in PoetsFather Time Working The New Math
Ten turned into 20 And then 20 doubled up 40 settled into 50 until time took another jump Now 50’s barely hanging on And 60’s waiting in the wings
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished a day ago in Poets