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.

New Shades of Red
I hope you never learn why I hide scissors in my closet or how the word "family" still stings after all these years. I find peace because you're not in my dreams—a valley plagued only by fears ever since I first murmured that one prayer. My soul to take.
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
I Claim "I"
I Claim "I" I claim I. I accept my past, present, and future. I claim I. I claim all my power, my knowledge from the past and the future,
By CyCy3 years ago in Poets
Scrutiny! Salacious Substance!
Scantily shielded. Superb, similar, suitableness. Solacing sympathy. Stimulating senses. Sexual strain surmounts. Soft, simple,
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Mr. Walker
In the midst of life & all that goes on, I tend to forget who I am. Life has a way of swaying my emotions when I’m mentally gone,
By J3 years ago in Poets
The Pen
In a small town with a close-knit crowd, Stood Judge Thompson, respected and proud. Presiding over a murder trial so dire,
By Althaf 3 years ago in Poets
Basilisks' Tautogram Translation
Basilisks enjoy basking in warm light, especially by blazing furnaces or braziers. Basilisks cower before bright reflective surfaces such as mirrors and shields.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Me
Laughing at someone falling down in a humor clip Joking around about a former president with cheeto dust Faking a British accent
By Paris Diggory3 years ago in Poets
Why fear change?
Change is the essence of life, A transformation that never stops, It challenges us to see things anew, And to break free from old habits and thoughts.
By Ami4 years ago in Poets
Change
Change is the only constant in life, An inevitable force we cannot deny, It comes in all shapes and sizes, And leaves us in different guises.
By Ami4 years ago in Poets
Our Guide through life
Hope is a bird that soars high, Spreading its wings across the sky, It sings a song of endless possibility, And fills our hearts with positivity.
By Ami4 years ago in Poets
Hope; the thread that binds
Hope is a seed that we all sow, In the midst of life's ebb and flow, It grows and blossoms, bright as day, And fills our hearts in every way.
By Ami4 years ago in Poets
Whispering Hill
On Whispering Hill, the wind blows free, And whispers secrets to the trees, The grasses sway, in gentle dance, As sunlight streams, in golden trance.
By Furqan4 years ago in Poets