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.

Dancing Shoes
7. Mom finally shows up to the school. A huge weight is lifted off of my back. As well as my classmates and my teacher. She comes backstage and hands me my beloved kicks. I almost shed a tear. “Thank you so much, Dukes. You’re a lifesaver” She expresses her gratitude by giving me a big bear hug, and then rushes to go find her seat in the crowd.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Dancing Shoes
6. The show is about to start in 30 minutes. Mom left about 10 minutes ago. The house is about the same distance timewise.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Dancing Shoes
5. My first thought was I left them in my room while I was rushing out. How fortunate. Of all the times I could’ve left my shoes at home.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Dancing Shoes
4. I make it into the school with plenty of time to spare. Everyone is relieved to see me. They can’t believe how late I am.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Dancing Shoes
3. Hop in my car and speed down to the school. Didn’t even eat breakfast or brush my teeth. Other than that, I felt like I was forgetting something.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Dancing Shoes
2. Last night I had set my alarm clock for 10 AM. but of course the most unfortunate thing happened. The alarm magically got unplugged.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Dancing Shoes
1. My big dance recital is coming up. We’ve been practicing for weeks now. Been trying to get it down to a tee. I’m a perfectionist.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Slack Tide
amidst the chaos and the waves that seem ceaseless, there will always eventually be a slack tide, in which you won’t be expected to rise,
By Ali Gowrie4 years ago in Poets
Wallflower
Wallflower standing there Feeling the energy in the air Life of the party Chained down by uncertainty and apprehension Feeling the tension
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Poets
The Rhythm of pregancy
1.poem by BLUEPICKS author, A tiny seed has been planted, Nurtured with love, it has been granted, A chance to grow, to blossom and thrive,
By Bluepicks4 years ago in Poets
Life is a silent illusion
Life is a Silent Illusion: Understanding the True Nature of Reality Have you ever stopped to ponder the nature of reality? Many of us go through life without giving much thought to the world around us, accepting what we see, hear, and touch as the ultimate truth. However, what if I told you that life is not what it seems? That what we perceive as reality is simply an illusion, and that there is more to the world than meets the eye? This concept may seem like something out of a science fiction novel, but it is a concept that has been explored and discussed by philosophers, scientists, and spiritual leaders for centuries. In this blog post, we will delve into the idea of life as a silent illusion and explore its implications for our understanding of reality.
By sanjay4 years ago in Poets
Another Me
I saw a prompt in a Facebook Poetry group which was about a North American Football Event but relates to the concept of a true multiverse, so I used it as a prompt to create this piece of mind-wandering poetry.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets