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.

The Uncertainty of Being
Oh, the uncertainty of being, A question that we keep on fleeing. What is the purpose of our lives? Do we merely exist or do we thrive?
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Night
Whispers in the night, a song so sweet, Guiding me on a journey to a world so neat. A world where dreams come to life, A place where imagination runs rife.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
Foundations & Frames
Foundations & Frames Decaying houses resting on crumbling foundations. Ghostly shadows dressed in remembered riches twirling under flickering lights meandering endless halls.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Poets
The Ghosts of Yesterday
The ghosts of yesterday still linger here, Haunting me with memories ever so clear. Of days gone by and moments that passed,
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
The Demonic Chainsaw Man
In the dark of night, with moon high and bright, There lurks a beast with teeth of steel, A demon born of rage and might,
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
Nature's Evolutionary Symphony
In nature's evolutionary symphony, We hear the melodies of time, As life emerges and evolves, To create a world sublime.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
Time is a funny thing
Time, a fleeting thing, Like birds that spread their wings and sing, It soars beyond our grasp and sight, Escaping into endless night.
By Jevmar Hex3 years ago in Poets
Love In Small Doses
Many yearn for holding hands, but I've a preference for your fingertips. Romance is best felt by the lovesick; just a bit. And no, I don't completely lose myself in your eyes, so much as I do in your glances. All my joy, a stop-motion film, when I picture you dancing in the living room.
By The Rogue Scribe3 years ago in Poets
Shadow
I walk around a house full of eroding day-to-days. Bumping around but not moving a thing I trip and fall down a staircase but no one hears me scream
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Mirror
I walk in with eyes cast down Always aware of the mirror on the wall Worried about who I will see in the glass If I will break, or keep looking back
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Wasteful Thoughts
How can you live when you want to die? How can you be who you want to be when you are who you are? How can you create if you have no tools?
By CotardDelusionz3 years ago in Poets
The Fire Within: A Poem of Passion and Triumph
In the depths of my heart, a fire burns bright, A passion that drives me through the darkest of nights, A longing for something that I cannot name,
By Fahim3 years ago in Poets