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.

Borrowed Time
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust It's hard to know when your time is up Struggles are hard, and times are tough But for the record, I've had enough
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
"Breaking the Chains: A Poem on the Legacy of Slavery"
Bonds of slavery, chains of pain Echoes of the past, cries in vain A history stained with blood and tears A legacy of oppression and fear
By Sarath S4 years ago in Poets
"Riding the Storm: A Poem on Survival at Sea"
Adrift on the waves, four souls alone Lips dry, hearts heavy, a fate unknown The sun beats down, a relentless foe As they cling to hope, and their tiny boat
By Sarath S4 years ago in Poets
novel romance. Content Warning.
he says he wants me to write him like a graphic romance novel- we both wonder how much is he really worth my imagination?
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
Spell Binding
Spell Binding I’ve been told that with age comes wisdom, Yet, I still see a man-made system. Filled with crooked twists and curvy lines,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
The Rarity of Beauty
A rare gem, deep in the earth Shining bright, with hidden worth A treasure found, by lucky fate A precious stone, in gleaming state
By Jeremy Brower4 years ago in Poets
A Quiet Request for Renewal
My heart is a burned-out bonfire, Reduced to ash and faint sparks, Fueled by hurtful words. White smoke of resentment rises,
By Arshadnashat4 years ago in Poets
Poem #2
Different pen Different thoughts Different font Different ink Different time Same Me. A head in space Wondering, Wandering,
By Aaron Hodgkins4 years ago in Poets
I need to perform top-tier work as an author & creative writer.
Non-gift-for-gab thoughts are killing me, I usually draw a blank/writer's block type of shit. I think I am gifted but my undercover genius continues to hide from me and the world, all the while I am trying to talk it up or work it up. I think I could be making it seem more difficult than it actually is for real.
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Poets
I'll have mine rare
Excitement rolling through my veins, As snowballs, growing ever stronger, Ricocheting against my nerves. The avalanche can wait no longer.
By Emily E Mahon4 years ago in Poets
Strays Away from my Hands
Fury is the emotion that resembles the devil The thought that fuels ambition And the feeling that makes people finally tie the knot
By Dori H.4 years ago in Poets
THE MYSTERY
REVEREND: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here together, to witness this man and this lady, make a solemn vow forever.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 4 years ago in Poets