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.
Proofs and Theories
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
Hridya SharmaPublished about an hour ago in PoetsExcerpt II
excerpt 4/27/24 Have I told you that you are the warmest womb to ever have revived me? The doctors won’t listen. I visit her daily until I can’t anymore. She understands, tells me I’m the only one who makes her feel guarded, and I have never thought of guarded in the sense of secure, only closed. My dear friend lies still in her cotton consummation, destined to blight the waters with blood, and I fear I am the only one who knows how to help– Would you really stoop to such a rotten sense of delusion? On what pedestal must you stand to enlighten a child–
Olivia DodgePublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsTies That Bind
If God was the spool and we were the thread Life made us the fool and loves power is dead If people would do the things that they said Love could heal the wounds and would win in the end But what is and what is hoped for are not always the same Love is a list of unfortunate chores and a myriad of redundant games
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsHarboring Happiness - Day 3
Today in harboring happiness, I wear a baggy, sage green t-shirt with the printwork of an iguana riding a bicycle. I smile at the silliness of it all.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsThe World Is His Oyster
He stands listening to the breeze whisper its secrets upon his ears, In tune to the musical whistle of history re-writing today,
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsCosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsYes, But Only With You
In my dream, we claim the lonesome shady oval of the dandelion field and lounge on a blanket whose only sentiment is that we are both impressed by its color.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished about 17 hours ago in Poets"RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MAN'S WIFE"
RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MANS WIFE! I AM OKAY AS AN ECCENTRIC MOM & GRANDMA! As a woman I had to write this from my heart and soul
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsSchrödinger's cat
I am Schrödinger's cat. Dead and alive inside a burning box. Dreaming and not dreaming in the shadow, in the light. Breathing smoke and not breathing at all.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsMy Dearest Thunderstorms
My Dearest Thunderstorms, Oh, how you electrify my world! Your arrival is like a clandestine affair between the heavens and the earth. When your dark clouds gather, I feel a thrill in the air, a promise of something wild and untamed.
Sarah SegrawskiPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsSaanson ki dori: The secret of mother's love
Mother, as long as the string of your breath lasts, You smile softly, Before your feet slip on the path, I am standing with both my hands outstretched,
Mange Ram sainiPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsPeers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Atomic HistorianPublished about 23 hours ago in Poets