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 Art of Letting Go
They rise before the sun each day, Ready to face what comes their way, They carry burdens that no one sees, And yet they do it all with ease.
By new king4 years ago in Poets
Stardust
You are the stardust lighting the fields, now will you carry me home dear
By Misha Kelly4 years ago in Poets
Unlikely Companions
A dog and a cat, an unlikely pair Opposites in nature, but they don't seem to care They cuddle and play, they chase and they nap A friendship so sweet, it's hard to map The cat with her grace, the dog with his bark They roam around the house, exploring every nook and cranny in the dark The cat with her curiosity, the dog with his loyalty Together they make the perfect entity They share their toys, their food and their bed They never bicker, nor do they dread The love they share is pure and true A bond so strong, it'll see them through And so they live, day by day The dog and the cat, in their own special way A reminder to us, that differences can be overcome And in the end, it's love that will have won.
By Lejoy4 years ago in Poets
serenity centered
butterflies and wildfires soaring skies and distant smiles lifted cries and crooked lines daunting lies and desperate trials
By zoe frenchman4 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of Food
Food is a wonder, A joy to behold, It's the fuel that sustains us, And makes us feel bold. From the sweetness of fruit, To the savor of spice, The taste of our meals, Is a thing that's so nice. The aroma that rises, From a pot on the stove, Can bring us such comfort, And make us feel at home. So let us give thanks, For the food that we eat, And may we savor each bite, With gratefulness and treat. For food is a blessing, A gift from above, And it's something we cherish, With each meal that we love.
By Lejoy4 years ago in Poets
Unclaimed Verses
With ink and paper I shall compose, A poem without a claim of prose, To be shared with all who wish to read, Without restriction or fee to heed.
By thamee 164 years ago in Poets
Void
black hole of a twisted mind deaf and unaware neutered and blind void no time no time not time no place nothing empty
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Dis-ease
anorexic dyslexic and anaemic syphilitic, bulimic encephalitic (just plain sick) poisons and tumours spread like rumours
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Silliness
i beamed like a whipped dog from my place far beneath the couch way back in the darkness where the wall meets the skirt
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Whispers
Amidst the shadows, Whispers of secrets untold, Fear creeps up my spine. A creaking floorboard, Echoes through the empty halls,
By Nikki Clam4 years ago in Poets
Standing Alone
Was I supposed To listen To my Uncle? When He told me Don't let these Dudes Sex you... I should have listened To my Mom, when she wouldn't
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 years ago in Poets
Under Purple Clouds: A Journey of Hope and Homecoming
As the sun began to set, the sky turned into a beautiful shade of purple. The clouds that were scattered across the sky looked like cotton candy, and the air was filled with the sounds of crickets and birds chirping.
By Vikas Mishra4 years ago in Poets