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.

Liberty but Wealth, Wealth but Liberty
Both liberty and wealth, are two rare treasures that are divine. Shines like the sun and stars, each in their respective time.
By Saryus Saariph4 years ago in Poets
The Silent Beauty of Winter's Sky
The sky in winter is a sight to see With hues of pink and blue, a tapestry Against the cold and barren trees A scene of beauty, a masterpiece
By Beyond the Brightness4 years ago in Poets
Little Emily's Christmas
Hi there! I'm little Emily everyone calls me cute and I just love Christmas! It's my favorite time of the year and I always get so excited for it. This year was a little different, though. It was a white Christmas and I was so excited to enjoy it in the snow. I just can't wait to share all the fun things I did to prepare for Christmas and how I enjoyed it.
By My Christmas Time4 years ago in Poets
My Incredible Journey From Snow-Covered Land to the Heart of Holidays
I'm a Christmas tree, and I have a story to tell. It's a tale of adventure, laughter, and lights. A story of how I went from a plain old tree in a snow-covered land to the most cherished and loved tree in town.
By My Christmas Time4 years ago in Poets
He Rifles Through Me
he aims pointing his gun towards me the bullet leaves the chamber screaming its way into my skull the lead entering my forehead
By V. B. B4 years ago in Poets
Clandestinity
The rarest gift of all, comes after the fall; When it is all said and done and death has won The battles fought and the race has been run
By [email protected]4 years ago in Poets
Winged Horses
Winged Horses When journeying through some mystical forest, One discovers exotic animals, perhaps winged horses. Their presence quite disturbing but graceful,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
The Child and the Crystal Sphere
A youth, alone in his room, Stumbled upon a wondrous boon, A globe of snow, clear and bright, Whose magic power took his sight.
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
Who Listens to the Stars?
The Stars: There is rarely a star which hasn’t bowed beneath the wordless wishes of this earth. We dream of swimming in seas of starlight, a wondrous experience.
By Lindsey McNair4 years ago in Poets
Hurricane Days
I am glad to say the days are few and far between. I’ve traded out my blues and grays for magical yellows and greens. Cloudy days have pulled apart
By Lizzy Rose4 years ago in Poets
The fact of the student world
A student with dreams, so bold and true, They studied hard through school and college too. With books and late nights, they gave their all,
By Emmanuel Andrew4 years ago in Poets
Hold On Tight
The heavens darken, tumultuous winds howl, The weight of existence we must bear. A dirge in the form of raindrops pour, Heartbreak's lament resounding everywhere.
By annanink4 years ago in Poets