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.
Broken Mirror
When I looked All I saw were missing parts The vacant eyes The empty heart The tall expectations I am good But I see the faults
Mira KatyalPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWendebellefly; therefore I am
I sing beautiful ideas; therefore I am I write feelings and stories set to a melody; therefore I am I draw light and color; therefore I am
WendebelleflyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Terms
The Terms Only one person in a hundred million, A rare peg who, without his own hole, managed to hold on to a larger than average slice (of his) or her (original) wits
Steve ParkinPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Trampled
Power is a soulless thing Empty of golden virtue Except to the souls that bring Respect and a certitude Of helping the trampled
Daniel PowerPublished 3 years ago in Poetsalexandria
i watch an orange sky fill in and know it isn't an orange but only bent light over the bakery. a bus stops curbside to spill a small mess of commuters,
Thomas MattsonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHigh Zeal Hazels
I was born second so I never thought I was destined to be exceptional. However the tested lesson in the stressed reflection of my old wrestle with depression IS……
Tandya LeePublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Stray
A dimension Of guilt parades behind me Collarless, he ways his tail Puppy dog eyes He demands my attentions But the winds of change
Daniel PowerPublished 3 years ago in Poetsmy onlyness
whispering sweet nothings in my ears sweetly blowing through my hair as it moves arranges things never before on the altar together
susan marie loehePublished 3 years ago in PoetsER
A sanctuary To bridge our sentiments About life and death The sanctity Of such intangible vestments Placed in outstretched
Daniel PowerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLife ends With Death
Beyond love, there you shall find eternal life, The most precious and colorful diamonds are known to be from the heart of the earth, With one of us gone, a woman gives birth,
Carmelo J. GodFatherPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWedged Morning
I called a moment, a fragrance simmers in the light, want waited without intent, there comes a safe way, we are trying to be more,
Matthew TonksPublished 3 years ago in PoetsPoetry: Feeds My Fury
I sit here and wait as my thought go blurry. Loving you is hard and it just feeds my fury. I want to give you my heart but you shove it back in my face.