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.

it’s a deal!
walked a mile or so to add fuel to the flames in the end all burnt * 18 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Swim
Swim, until you can’t see land, Can’t hear whispered wants. Until your needs leave your hand, To join waves as one. Swim, to leave action for shore.
By Meg4 years ago in Poets
this vacation was the best!
laminate summer lomochrome purple on film we’ll miss trippy tone * 18 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
A different perspective
Embrace the strength and love of the earth, the swiftness and determination of rivers, and the wisdom and pride of trees.
By Bridge Theory4 years ago in Poets
Passage Home
Returned to the earth Ashes released to the night Souls free to fly home
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
A Soul Unborn
A soul unborn, a life unlived A future unseen, a dream unachieved A heart that beat, but never knew love A voice that cried, but was never heard above
By Olaitan Bosede4 years ago in Poets
Quadru-haiku: Four Classical Elements
Flickering flames dance Nature's fiery symphony Peaceful, yet wild, fire. --- Crystal-clear drops fall Nature's soothing melody
By Joanna Henderson4 years ago in Poets
Daylight Can Wait
Phantom shadows pierce the light That linger down the hallCreating diamond shaped reflectionsCascading, dripping down the wall*My mind drifts off to places I have never seen before A maraud of new emotions Crowding through my ravaged soul *Messages held deep inside Memories of long agoRelease with long lost pleasuresOf a time I used know *Like stepping off into the waterBubbles rising to the topCoolness gently soothes my skinHappiness - an inside job*I rollover, grab my pillow Daylight can wait awhile for meWhile I dream about the shadows Sleeping in my room for free
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
An Ending Like The Beginning
I. The Beginning Although I protect myself I have one thing to keep safe To fight for with my last dying breath And I’ll send as many of those god-damned creatures
By Anastasia4 years ago in Poets
925'kus vol. 1: It Ain't Enough
The 2nd of the Month Can't afford a vice Can barely afford some rice A Beer would be nice Cot Dam Vices Broke that budget, fuck!
By Flo Buf4 years ago in Poets
Spilled
As the day passes by she is consumed by the past The who, what, why and if anything is meant to last The mind The body The voice
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Poets
Winter Elements
Roiling Mists of dawn Over mountain and basin, Still forests of pine. Bumbling brooks of ice Swift currents underneath,
By Ariel Curry4 years ago in Poets