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.
My Mind
It is not easy to write, Cutting open my wounds with a metaphorical knife, I am bleeding on to the page, Too many thoughts in an Authors mind,
Isabella VedroPublished about 18 hours ago in Poets
That which cannot be found on the earth.
I sooner sought, I then obtained, No more then what I had already gained, For when such joy is then complete, It all became obsolete,
Jordan ZunigaPublished about 19 hours ago in Poets
Aries
I’ll never forget the day I found you, you looked to be abandoned, at 4 weeks old you were beaming with life but no family, I feel as if you chose me showing up in the middle of nowhere, I grabbed you up cleaned you off then you chewed up my daughter’s teddy bear! For 7 years you’ve been my life companion, and when tragedy struck I thought how could this of happened, a pack of vicious coyotes almost took your life,I found you frozen in blood clinging on to your last light, you were so torn apart, I wasn’t just losing my dog, but a piece of my heart, I fell to my knees and words escaped my breath, I quickly grabbed you up and rushed to the vet, I arrived in a hurry and nothing else mattered, I wasn’t losing my friend my world would be shattered, I was told nothing else to do might as well go home as you were in surgery for hours, it was hard to cope, I arrived the next morning expecting the worst, when I walked thru the door you heard my voice and you let out a burst! My friend was gonna be alright, such a relief I disbursed, you’ve been thru everything with me Aries these last seven years, and I hope for many more but without all the excitement and tears! I love you Aries these words you hear daily, just please stop eating my shoes it’s expensive, it’s ok, but not really.
Abacus of Breath
my nervous system is delicate as a catgut string Stradivarius line-of-life between a novice's fingers and a guillotine
ParadoxFoxPublished about 19 hours ago in Poets
Number One
You’re everything to me You’ve always been How can I deceive Or make you believe Differently Your presence and care It intoxicates me
Hanna SprinklePublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsEvolution
Every day a part of me dies - a part that's decided it can't take it anymore and so it gives up, lets go and dissolves out of my skin and back
Allyssa IzettaPublished about 20 hours ago in Poets
Not Necessarily
This isn’t who I’m supposed to be, but I am. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen, but it did. We argue, and we have opinions,
Craig JohnsonPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsTongue Searing Spice Sensations for Chilli-fiends: A Tanka
“Thai food ain't about simplicity. It's about the juggling of disparate elements to create a harmonious finish. Like a complex musical chord it's got to have a smooth surface but it doesn't matter what's happening underneath. Simplicity isn't the dictum here, at all. Some westerners think it's a jumble of flavours, but to a Thai that's important, it's the complexity they delight in.“ — David
B.R. ShenoyPublished about 20 hours ago in Poets
Bounded
Life as a crustacean, must seem pretty hard, to be in a shell your whole life,only coming out to escape the dark, when they do emerge and finally see the sun, it’s a short lived beautiful moment, now its time to run, when in their shell their safe away from danger, then we come out, only to be met by a smiling stranger, been living your life upside down thinking you see smiles but in reality their only frowns, I go back in my shell for it’s the safest place to dwell, they say come on out and have fun, no thanks,I’m fine in my living hell.
Intrusive Daydreams
Sometimes they seem innocent enough, A single thought will cross my mind And make me wonder of all the things that could possibly unfold.
Mikhala GrahamPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsDream Catcher
Dream Catcher Your eyes is as brown as cinnamon, and your teeth is white as snow. Your skin is a pulchritude of honey, and your smile shows an oily glow. With you illusions is non-existing, and theirs not a fairy-tale beyond your reach. Your presence is present during the day as it is the night, and even when I am awake I feel asleep. Yes you bring me joy now & later, and I always find comfort in your possession. And with you the feeling is more than just a thought; instead it is a more heart-tying connection. Yes with you I will always rise above, and forever will I conquer the Dream Snatcher. And even still today the Universe is asking "why is he always so happy"? I tell them because, my friend is a Dream Catcher...
Lord EnigmaPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsSwing Season
The chains continued to sway as the pair left the swings in their residual motion and attached to the poles that anchored them to the earth
Jeremy L. HamiltonPublished about 21 hours ago in Poets
