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.

Indecisiveness
They come from the furthest corners of the world to hear my wise thoughts. My intellect explores the depths of human nature, I am expected to make their call. I try to reason, but doubt clouds my judgement.
By Isa Ottoni4 years ago in Poets
The Oblivion Of Time
How many days fall into the oblivion of time How many moments, simply discarded, for the sake of the future or the past, losing ourselves in
By YonathanJ - Writer4 years ago in Poets
Liberty
I was a mother once, free in times past, when I first walked this new world. I was worshipped then, my light a path to freedom, my words weapons for sovereignty. I fought in their wars, I nursed foster children, I whispered promises of bliss into their dying ears.
By Isa Ottoni4 years ago in Poets
Longing
The wind brings his scent across the sea, carrying memories lost in ocean foam. He left with my heart to sail unfamiliar waters — left me heartless upon this sandy shore.
By Isa Ottoni4 years ago in Poets
At Journey's End
Two become one Two houses become one. Against all odds make it from the darkness. Struggles come here and there... Though they make it through it all.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Poets
The Power of Rituals: A Poetic Tribute to Life's Anchors
Rituals are the rhythm of life, That keep us grounded through joy and strife. They give us structure, a sense of order, A way to connect with our inner border.
By Sarath S4 years ago in Poets
The Majestic Whale: A Poem of Emotion and Empathy
Majestic whale, ruler of the sea, My heart is overwhelmed with emotion for thee. Your beauty and grace leave me in awe, As you glide through the water with nary a flaw.
By Sarath S4 years ago in Poets
Magic of Copywriting
Copywriting, oh copywriting, A craft that's both science and art, With words that are captivating, To move and stir the human heart.
By parapam pam4 years ago in Poets
Ceilings Knock
I sleep with the light on. I just couldn't do it anymore. Trying to sleep in the dark each evening while seeing what lies therein again and writhes to get in, wriggles to sinful manifestations and fearful elations while watching me breathing at night as if waiting for their chance to get in as they try every night.
By Shaun V.4 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
Creation
Old brought passion from Fire. New brings passion from Old. , My passion brings Fire and ice. Chill. For I am not the comfortable,
By Shane Harrington 4 years ago in Poets
The key to freedom
Beyond the veil of what we see, Lies a truth as deep as the ocean, A world of possibilities, And a path to our own redemption.
By anup tirkey4 years ago in Poets