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.

"Love's Artistic Redemption: A Melancholic Dance of Forgiveness"
To the person who made me understand the definition of love Put me over anything and everything above I know I don’t express myself
By Nishcka3 years ago in Poets
From Across the Room
From across the room, our eyes did meet, A symphony of hearts skipped a beat. In that fleeting moment, time stood still, And I knew in my soul, it was love's sweet thrill.
By ARTIST3 years ago in Poets
Southern Winds
Southern winds have blown an evil spirit in, the longest nights, reveal the devils darkest sin. It’s raining hard, a mist conceals my crumbling world,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Stuck, Going Through The Motions
Drowning in a sea of discontent. I wonder sometimes, what kind of courage it would take to run away. To start over. Not like an angry child, who isn't getting their way.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
T.V. THE IDIOT BOX😂
POEM EXPLAINED IN DETAIL ! The poem you shared reflects on the concept of television, often referred to as the "idiot box," and explores its role in our lives. It delves into both the positive and negative aspects of this form of entertainment and encourages the reader to approach it with moderation and discernment. Now, let's examine the poem in more detail:
By Poetic pulse3 years ago in Poets
Garbage
Garbage, oh garbage, what a sight to see, Littered on the streets and clogging up the sea. It's time to wake up and take responsibility,
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
Grasp of the Past
Within the depths of one's weary soul, A haunting specter takes its toll, A force relentless, unseen, and vast, That grips the heart, the memories amassed.
By Anou3 years ago in Poets
High Tide
Slithering and slicing, moon-face mirroring, bubbling, inviting secrets, whispering; tell me: if I follow, how far will you take me?
By Sara Wynn3 years ago in Poets
Changeling Day
At the age of six, I was traded away. The memory taken of that day. Already highly capable of cooking and cleaning, while slowly I learned how to play.
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
true friendship
10. I told Johnny I was going to pay him back and he said take your time matter fact don’t even worry about it bro that’s what real friends do and that’s when I knew Johnny was a real one cause let me be in a situation with anybody else if I asked him for some money they’re going to hang that over my head for the rest of my life even after I said I will get them back so just him saying that I don’t have to worry about it just made me know that we’re locked in for life and I got him and his children his whole family gonna eat good
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
true friendship
1. Me and my friend Johnny were friends for life. there’s no splitting us up. our moms went to high school together. we were basically friends in the womb. that’s the crazy think about it. you know there’s nothing you could do the split us up. It got to the point where people thought we were brothers. that’s how close we were we did everything together. hung out, went to go eat, played sports, went to school together and why are you trying to split us up. we're best friends. You already know what the deal is over here buddy.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
true friendship
2. by all means neither of us were rich we both had our own struggles and we went through but most of the time we were hanging out together oh that was blank in my mind I really never even thought about it that’s how good of friends we were we were go outside with a dollar and still make something happen money was it just something we never had though but it’s cool bombers one time well that wasn’t the case. Our friends had invited us to a party but I didn’t know that we would have to pay for anything
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets