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.

Southern glory be
Earth is a beauty. Beyond earth is beautiful Earth water air fire is blaze
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Poets
Reminiscing
In the Sun Shower, rays of colorful rainbow, and green fields of rice!
By Winry4 years ago in Poets
Explore the Four Elements
Earth It is Magical. I see green filled with Nature. Eventually, the Earth blooms. Water When the water flows, I can hear the waves closely.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Poets
Mother Earth
Foundational is The brick which erects our homes. Born from the mother. ________________________________ Carrying new life
By Stryder Morrison4 years ago in Poets
Crush
This is my fortieth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena. The music I have chosen is "The Witch" by The Rattles.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
The Heart Of A Poppy
I do not need your lips of red, Your hair in serpent coils, Or a neck as elegant as a swan's I do not need eyes of drunkenness,
By uzair khan4 years ago in Poets
Harmony
Before elements Rested time and space alone, Matching perfectly. Now, planets exist Of only air, only earth, Even just water.
By Annie4 years ago in Poets
Fierce as the Elements
She drinks deep fountains, Water splashes down her scales, Eyes on horizons. Wind ripples her wings, Altitude – the air is cool.
By Holly Pheni4 years ago in Poets
Mother -
Mother Earth is a dynamic living system comprising an indivisible community of all living systems and living organisms, interrelated, interdependent and complementary, which share a common destiny. Mother Earth is considered sacred, from the worldviews of nations and peasant indigenous peoples.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Nightmare Fuel
Your dreams don't interest me, But your nightmares do. . I can see them smoking in your eyes, Hear them throwing fog Across your words
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
smoke curls
smoke curls and thoughts swirl my mind too overstimulated to focus and too numb to the world to think but the chaos of learning and unlearning
By lindsey beatrice4 years ago in Poets
Elementa Deorum sunt
Without form or face Infinite in size and shape Invisible touch Unyielding as rock In unmoved resolution Supporting the world
By Lars Knutson4 years ago in Poets