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.

A Letter from the Ghost of Mary Stuart to the Ghost of Elizabeth Tudor
A LETTER FROM THE GHOST OF MARY STUART TO THE GHOST OF ELIZABETH TUDOR En ma fin est mon commencement My dearest Sister and Cousin, We greet you well.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Across the multiverse
If I have you, I have not failed. A fire that pulses with a brewing passion, engulfing me. A flicker that lingers. It is a constant I have relied on, keeping me from instability. Two opposing forces that reach out to one another, still. We built a legacy on makeshift foundation and have restored ourselves over and over again. If resurrection were a gift, we would be powerful beyond any recall. Upon repair and revival, I don’t wonder where you’ve gone. You’ve remained a limb forever attached to me. This love rejuvenates me with your soul burying me alive. Reinvigorate me, reaffirm me. We stand tall, braving the harsh elements we created. We erect firm, blaming each other for past mistakes. Come help me extinguish the fire. Come throw me down into the pyre. In this whirlwind we gave birth to. In this fairytale we know doesn’t exist. Would I still choose you over endless possibilities? Would you still love me even at the end of infinity? I was there at the end of one cycle. You teleported me into another. We will be revered. Our love will reverberate across the cosmos, across the centuries. A millennia holds no sway over us. We will outlive our mortal wounds. We will transcend every form of abuse we threw at each other. Love and hate have tortured us so. Love took its toll on us. If I have you, I have not failed across any multiverse I was lucky enough to find you. It’s not a contest we win. It’s a journey we take hand-in-hand. This bittersweet escape where others have attempted but end up incomplete. I’m not missing any piece of my future but you help stitch the puzzle back together. Do I want to go back? Could I even try? You have altered this dimension and it will not rewind. We created new outcomes with the flick of our wands. With every new invention, we propel forward into new alternatives. I don’t know what awaits us in the end but if you’re there, I will be brave. Would you still choose me? Would you still love me? If we could, we would reach for immortality. What would we achieve if not infamy?
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Oh Kelly, My Kennedy
My love of my creation: You woke me up, shook me out of this numbing sadness I don't think it's wrong, I believe it's a kindness
By Jennifer L Osborne3 years ago in Poets
The Epistolary Poem Challenge
Dear Moaneesha , You're going to save this. Even beyond this day, remember this day and save it; never allow your files and memory uploads of your "to do's" be so intrusive, allowing that old filing cabinet to devour it.
By Barbara Reno3 years ago in Poets
BOTTLE BOTTLE
A bottle, a vessel of glass or plastic With endless possibilities, fantastic It holds within it, liquid or potion A source of refreshment or sweet emotion
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
Who Would I Be if I Didn’t Have Hope?
Dear The One (who got away) [for now] “Who are you anyway?” You asked me this years ago. Not directly. It was in a text that read, “W.a.y.a?” You always did have that subtle nature about you. You hide your profoundness behind your vagueness. It’s part of your charm. To this day, I’m still not certain what you meant by it. Maybe you were weary of me. Or perhaps you were cautious of yourself and what was raging inside of you. Either way, it stuck with me, just like everything you do. It makes for a great question. So I’ll ask it back to you. Who are you anyway? Are you really this person I’ve built up in my head? Is the tint on my glasses a little too rosy? Or do these lenses accurately depict the endless garden that is your existence? I side with the latter. The world of “us” is based in reality, but it is forged in imagination. Distance has a cruel way of doing that, and believe me, I have felt every mile. What we are dwells in the shadows of what we could be, of what we should be. And if you ever come to look for me, you will find me there, basking in our memories as I lay in endless want of you.
By Daniel K3 years ago in Poets
In A While
Dear Instant, How were we to measure your value. How can your worth be surmised? Is it in a kiss or final farewell? Maybe you are best measured by the emotions you infuse. Marking us, casting imprints on our memories, creating an insatiable desire for more.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Pain of Cancer
Cancer, the thief of life, crawls upwards, causing strife like no other disease it pulls us down deeper and deeper a hell-grounded sign.
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
I apologize
Dear Luna; my child I must apologize, For these vile men and women think they are so wise, They will send people to place nice but nothing they are but spies,
By Eddie Rodgers3 years ago in Poets
Ancient Riddles
they would have me feast upon tainted morsels they tried to stop me thinking for myself they mucked around they fucked around
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Voices in the Silence
Silence can be a powerful thing, A moment of stillness, a time to reflect. But sometimes, in the quiet of the night, Voices echo, and memories resurrect.
By John memon3 years ago in Poets
Gala Night
Dear my ****** For it is about anyone but couldn’t be when I see you coming down from the top of the sun. Rise or set, my heart let’s you take me along with the roaring tides. As I’ve been down below hearing the laughter and joys which I should join and let it be mine. It is only above that I get to witness the ones. So, I push my malice aside and reach my hand out for another last stride. A Masquerade of my own but ill dance to one last tone.
By DakTH3 years ago in Poets