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.

Rainy Day Harmony
On the rainiest of days, nothing eases my disarray, than the waft of cinnamon's embrace, from the oven, a familiar place.
By Erin Shannon3 years ago in Poets
Sonnet: Foot at the Base of the Mountain
Like a mountaintop thunderstorm I write to patronize and Petrarchize over your foot yes your foot/ which is where my verses end
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Rain's Embrace
"The Comfort of Rain. The rain took pity on me that April afternoon. The rain and the sky noticed how my internal drought was growing with each passing day.
By Oliver3 years ago in Poets
"A Melancholy Bloom: Tomo-chan's Untold Longing"
In Tomo-chan's world, a longing unfolds, A tale of love obscured by friendship's guise, Where unrequited hearts remain untold,
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
"Fluttering Wings: A Dance of Suzume's Resilience"
In lands where nature's whispers paint the skies, A tale of Suzume gracefully unfolds, Where wings take flight, where melody resides,
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
"Shadows of the Raven: A Symphony of Ghoulish Descent"
In Tokyo's veins, a darkness takes its hold, A tale of hunger, whispered in the night, Where ghouls and humans dance a tale untold,
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
"Whisked into the Whispers: A Melody of Transient Masks"
In realms where dreams entwine with waking hours, A tale of longing spins its fragile thread, Where whisker's touch reveals enchanted powers,
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
"Eternal Echoes: Violet Evergarden's Melancholy Reverie"
In a realm where words can touch hearts divine, A tale of longing and melancholy weaves, Where Violet Evergarden's soul shall shine,
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
"Craving Hearts: A Poetic Quest for Love's Embrace"
In the depths of my heart, an ache so profound, A craving for love, a longing unbound. Like a thirsty wanderer in a desert vast,
By Sarath S3 years ago in Poets
Necrophagous Night Terror
Doesn’t it sting? These ruthless archaeognathas crawling through incessantly obstructing nightmares. I swear the raucousness accumulates, creeping tirelessly into our nights.
By M. Edwards3 years ago in Poets
The Musical Plagiarist
This is the fourth instalment in my "Plagiaristic Poetry" series, in which I attempt to construct a sonnet where the first part of each line is the name of the first song on an album plucked fairly randomly from my collection.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Dead Man Walking
Dead man walking, down the halls he goes A solemn march towards his final throes His time has come, his fate is sealed The end of life, now revealed
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets