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.

African Women Embrace Your Worth.
In Africa, there is a title called "wife material" that is highly valued and important. Women work hard to earn this title because it affects how they feel about themselves.
By Oludare Teniola 3 years ago in Poets
Dear Progress
Dear Progress, I don’t think I ever told you, but I had a relationship with Time once. Time ruled my world, it was just him and me,
By Aleksandra Orbeck 3 years ago in Poets
Embrace or End
Two paths diverge, which one to take? To embrace or end, a choice to make. One leads to love, warmth, and light, The other to darkness, eternal night.
By Nims3 years ago in Poets
Broken Skies
looking back at broken skies soft unspoken where’s and whys capriciously distant abstract lies looking again for tomorrows sighs
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
The Magic of Storytelling.
In the depths of night when all is still, The world is hushed and the wind is chill, A spark ignites and begins to grow, A flame that dances and starts to glow.
By Dihash3 years ago in Poets
Poems Collection
In the Garden In the garden, flowers bloom, Colors bright, a sweet perfume. The sun shines down, warming rays, Nature's beauty on display.
By Overnight night3 years ago in Poets
"The Last Letter"
Maggie had been best friends with Maria since they were little. They had grown up together, shared all their secrets, and had always been there for each other. But as they got older, Maggie began to feel like Maria was starting to outgrow her. Maria had always been popular, but in high school, she had become one of the most popular girls in their class. She was invited to all the parties and had a boyfriend who was a star athlete. Maggie, on the other hand, was quiet and studious, and she struggled to fit in with Maria's new crowd. Maggie tried to be happy for Maria, but she couldn't help feeling left out and forgotten. Maria seemed to have no time for her anymore, and Maggie found herself spending more and more time alone. One day, Maggie overheard Maria talking about her to a group of friends. She heard Maria say that she was tired of always having to drag Maggie along, and that she was holding her back from having more fun. Maggie was devastated. She had always thought that their friendship was unbreakable, but now she realized that Maria had moved on without her. She tried to confront Maria about it, but Maria brushed her off and told her that she was being too sensitive. The friction between the two girls continued to grow, and soon they were barely speaking to each other. Maggie felt like she had lost her best friend, and she didn't know how to get her back. It wasn't until they graduated from high school that things started to change. Maria had been accepted to a prestigious university, while Maggie had decided to attend a local community college. Maria was excited about her new life and all the opportunities it would bring, but she was also nervous about leaving everything she knew behind. One day, Maria called Maggie and asked if they could meet up for coffee. Maggie was hesitant at first, but she agreed. When they met, Maria apologized for the way she had treated Maggie and admitted that she had been wrong to take her for granted. Maggie was hesitant to forgive her at first, but she could see that Maria was sincere. They talked for hours, catching up on all the things that had happened since they had drifted apart. And in that moment, they realized that their friendship was still as strong as ever. The friction between them had been painful, but it had also forced them to confront their issues and work through them. In the end, their friendship was stronger than ever, and they both knew that they would always be there for each other, no matter what
By EpicPen3 years ago in Poets
echo chambers
do you hear those voices singing on the wind? familiar songs of sorrow harmonize dismissals. there are no victims left; now we hunt each other.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
to be continuum...
preamble has departed, by now. you know- what you need to know, what you need to start- ultimately, there is a science to the art of it,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Dear Magic
Dear Magic, We miss you oh so much We used to see you everywhere The bees that somehow fly And the jellyfish who never die
By Alex Casey3 years ago in Poets
Mea Culpa
Decrepit demon, you keep me up at night. You keep me suffocated in between the blankets. You make me lose sleep in your tight embrace. I don’t look forward to when the sun sets. Can we burn your bones? Can we curse your soul back to hell? Supernatural entity, not everything can be fixed with a spell. Paralysis in a paranoid state sped up to avoid the endless night. Tortured beyond all common sense. My defensive wounds have taken flight. A withdrawal in the morning, a sharpened exorcism every evening. A funeral shroud for the taking. Red Death smiles as I break gravity. The laws of physics hold no sway. Dreaming away to erase these memories. A cure that doesn’t exist. You have ruined my well being. Mourning the loss of feeling. I bid you adieu with my venomous tongue. Can we trade possessions? Can we evict ourselves from existence? I’m sorry but I’m not sorry. One of must go. It’s my fault we’re here in this embrace. False hope for a captive hostage. I can’t breathe with your weight on top of me. Suffocating underneath a rescue that won’t come. Perishing along with brittle nails and a cerebral hemorrhage. This blood I offer in exchange for release. I’m sorry but I’m not sorry. Asphyxiation is something I look forward to. If I can’t be with you, I don’t want to live without you.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Diabolical
There are no words to describe your villainy. Contaminated water leads to loss of bodily autonomy. The influence of treachery spreads where evil begets evil. Wickedness breeds more immorality. Sin has no apologies, only reasons. You were a catapult, ushering me headfirst into oblivion. You were simply diabolical. From under the skin comes a wave of kerosene. A hint of destiny lies bleeding at my feet. A devil in disguise. A horned figure without dragon breath. A cloaked specimen here to make a deal. I’m stuck in a limbo-like trance. I hope the earth opens its mouths and devours you entirely. The plague has come to take me away. A swift cleansing of the soul, a heretic rebirth of the senses. A disease of virtuous redemption. Come extract yourselves from persecution and myth. All else is endless cycles of death and comeuppance. I’ll meet you at the crossroads. I’ll make the choice to escape no matter the cost. It’s inconceivable to think we would ever last
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets