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.

Long Battle of Expectations
In the realm of creative minds, a long battle rages, Where expectations loom, casting shadows on blank pages. Within the depths of artistic souls, dreams collide,
By Samuel Dingba3 years ago in Poets
Night Without Sleep
The night without sleep, A long and lonely road to keep. With weariness creeping in, And tired eyes that refuse to blink.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
Sonnet of the Ear and the Corn
Your ears are what I miss about you most when you tucked a long lock of golden hair shelled-back drum, listening to a seashell’s ghost
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
I Can't Remember
I can't remember a lot of things, The names, the dates, the songs that sing, The faces blur and blend as one, Memories fading, now almost gone.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
Have You Ever Seen
Have you ever seen the setting sun, Painting the sky with shades of fun? Or a rainbow after heavy rain, Bringing colors to life again?
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
Burden On Life
When life piles on the weight, And burdens weigh you down, It's okay to feel the strain, To let your worries wear a frown.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
Too Many Burdens
When your worries are heavy, And your heart feels weighed down, Remember that you're strong, And brighter days will come around.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
Delving In
D elving darkly into my I magination .. Opening window of my deepest psyche S urreal, strange, whirling chaotic mess T asked I am by legal constraint this morass to tame
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Elbows On My Bed
Elbows on my bed, I rest my weary head, Lost in thought and dreams, As the moon's soft light beams. My mind begins to wander,
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
A Noble Jest
i have no idea i can’t really see i don’t really know who or what i want to be my path is all shrouded my maps are all grey
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Culpable
I’m sorry my love but your sacrifice is needed. There’s a time and a place for us but not here, not now. The throne calls to me. I seek a crown of fire. A dragon I’ve become and now the moment is dire. My sword is my covenant. A kingdom borne of trial and tribulation. Oh discord, dismantling everything we’ve built. You stand tall while my spine shrank, melting into the covers of a lovers’ bed. I’ve met the devil but he’s got nothing on what I’m about to do. My avarice is a cunning device meant for mutinous self-destruction. I’ve traded my submission for comfort over and over again. The fates control the world but I hold your life in my wretched grasp. There is no ending with the both of us still intact. My dear, you’ve taken enough out of me. Nothing we’ve accomplished results in equality. Uneven squabbles and perilous greed. Everything you want is nothing I need. It’s not enough to deviate from this recklessness. I must remove your identity entirely. All manifestations of your face will be shattered. Stricken from books, erased from memory. You’ll end up like all the others, forgotten and lost to indifference. Time is not an ally. Time is a countdown, announcing to all your upcoming removal. I’m sorry, my love, for not being sorry. I apologize for my lack of apology. Our love has come to its inevitable demise. A marriage erupting from the chaos within. A pact imploding from the passion inflamed. I’ve said my promises but I’ve renounced them. I take back my vows and my commitments. I chose me over you and as I walk over you for the final time, I am grateful for your sacrifice.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Orphan of the Night
Orphan of the night Sitting alone on the riverbank, in the streetlamp’s spotlight Wondering what he did to deserve to be here
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets