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.

I'll be that girl
I'll be that girl, The one who stands tall, Faced with the world, And refuses to fall. I'll be that girl, Who fights for what's right,
By Dolly4 years ago in Poets
Poem
Time Time is short, and time is long, means it is weak, and it is strong. Time strikes by the hour, and by the week, so it is for all of us very unique.
By Dagmar Goeschick4 years ago in Poets
Nuts
One cut two cuts I chop cashew nuts almonds and sultanas. Let’s practise with bananas. Fruit chopping is great. Fruit stays on the plate,
By Nick James4 years ago in Poets
The Power of Water
Water, the nurturing force, Streaming, ebbing, won't ever still, A power of nature, unadulterated and valid, It's power, we can never fill.
By Sundar4 years ago in Poets
Wacky
Dearest Vocal, Am I too wacky for you To win this wackadoo? Is my art a bit too fluffy Or weird Or maybe just too far off
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Live And Learn Moments
You chose that path, went down that road Took back the things you sold my soul Because of me, something I'd done? Or something in you, you're running from
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Dove's Mouth: A Painting of Destruction and Beauty
A canvas of colors, a brush in hand Creating a world, both bright and grand A stroke of white, a dove takes flight But in its mouth, a deadly sight
By Sarath S4 years ago in Poets
Wonderful Conversation with the Ants
Ants, Oh, Tiny ants Procession of soul’s droplets Ten Million years ago Your species came into existence on this earth You are the tiniest wonder of the world
By Suresh Natarajan4 years ago in Poets
Life and Death of a Leaf!
Today or tomorrow… Now or later I may fall I am oscillating in the last string If the brushing wind Turns emotional If a kissing droplet of rain
By Suresh Natarajan4 years ago in Poets
Blood
Life changing Life saving And thicker than water The rarest of types, fill my veins*People spill me for justice For hate or for vengeance For the healing power Some say it claims *Used to make bonds or packsDonated for extra bucksTrue blue, but deep red in color*A to z just won’t do uncommon is what I need to get through Of all the blood types AB negative is rarer
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Shining Bright: A Poem to the Full Moon
Full moon, shining bright, In the sky, a beacon of light. Rays of silver and gold, Dancing on the waters bold. In the silence of the night,
By Sarath S4 years ago in Poets
What is Human Decency?
What is human decency but social dementia a forgotten school of magic only remembered by a few What is human decency but human greed
By Amanda Starks4 years ago in Poets