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 Ever-Changing Seasons: A Reflection of the Soul's Journey"
In the spring, the world awakens, Fresh and new, a vibrant hue. My heart swells with joy unshaken, As hope blooms, and dreams come true.
By Manu4 years ago in Poets
if we could talk
He turns to me to quietly sigh She smiles at you then faces me to cry He's not the one who took it off the shelf I help hold her as he inserts himself
By Sarah Noor4 years ago in Poets
A moment
A moment in time, Or is time just a moment, How will we ever know.
By Silver 4 years ago in Poets
the clock
hands spread wide like wings, diving into time's abyss, a bird past its prime. - V.B.B.
By V. B. B4 years ago in Poets
Theatrical thoughts
Livin in that lost life lately Craving creative captions And Mystical moon-man magic Sadly sifting sweet sea salt While wondering what woorks_that won't'
By Tiffany Joanne4 years ago in Poets
holland
months of preparing the present moves so slowly but here you are now
By Michael Harrison4 years ago in Poets
Rain on the Road
Little hands Soft and velveteen Shiny eyelids Tired and drooping Long lashes Looking down at the ground A small mask To fit his round face
By Anastasia4 years ago in Poets
To Be In Limbo
to be in Limbo I would rather be in Hell and know where I stand
By Braison Cyrus4 years ago in Poets
Virtual Dust
Virtual Ancient Room I Drink a cup of Old Dusty Memories
By Ocusan M4 years ago in Poets
A Letter to My Extraordinary Girlfriend
My dearest lucky, As I sit down to write this letter to you, I am filled with a mixture of emotions: love, joy, and gratitude. I feel so lucky to have you in my life, and I want to take this opportunity to express my deepest feelings and affection for you.
By jaswanth m4 years ago in Poets
Along These Lines
every so carefully i let my words carry themselves around the edge of my page even as i write this with all of its inherent
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Time Loop
My days, each the same. I am stuck I am stuck I-- Death is closing in.
By Varian Ross4 years ago in Poets