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.

1247 Memoria
memoria, burnin' burnin' in my sun curse of nostalgia a past that's never done ☉ memoria, keep for me the ones i loved
By Morgana4 years ago in Poets
non violent
restrictions plenty, should i really be surprised? nothings ever free.
By IMR4 years ago in Poets
face reading
on my face hidden or exposed lie two pieces of information abuse or admire and this mire varies from person to person while I am nobody
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Where time lives on
This mind of ours, never ceases to amaze, Its alleys as deep, as they are vast. Deep inside its entwined lanes, stands tall,
By Ishan4 years ago in Poets
She’s The Resulting Consequence
She wilted from the stress of society, The empathetic heart of hers slowly solidifying, Friends riding roughshod over her emotions,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
I Want To Feel At Home
No, thank you - I don’t want a table with creamy white linens Or coasters pooling sweat from my crystal lead glasses With tequila and thin wedges of lemon
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Little light specks telling me to wait
The little specks of light that dance and play As I stand up too fast and lose my way They twirl and spin, a cosmic show A reminder that I have to go slow
By Janice Daily4 years ago in Poets
Dreams With Ink Stained Origins
I prefer to give life to my dreams And expel them from my fingertips Watching as they come to life on the page. ~ The reader’s imagination becomes their very stage.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews4 years ago in Poets
Mystery of a Hammer
The man with the hammer sat at the table, his gaze distant and far from stable. He wore a bowler hat, which was slightly askew on his head, and he absently tapped the hammer on the tabletop, the rhythmic sound echoing through the quiet room, a sound that made the woman fume.
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
idyllic prospects
vigorous forces will knock you down, and rigorous sources will mock your ground; but the golden hour, emboldens your power,
By zoe frenchman4 years ago in Poets
It's Not A Haiku!!!
Introduction Vocal had two recent Haiku Challenges, but I don't think one of the winners was a Haiku , I think almost every one was a Senryū.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Walking Blindly
Walking Blindly Some folks walk through life blindly, With their head lowered, never speaking kindly. They keep to themselves in a silent manner,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets