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.

'Cleome Blossom'
Like the Cleome blossom in the summer after the coldest winter, Like the butterfly wakes up from its long sleep in a cocoon,
By istdennisa5 years ago in Poets
Below
Upside down Face in the ground Choking on earth Looming Memories Unconfined mirth Zooming by My mind’s eye A film- Moving picture
By Amelia Laken5 years ago in Poets
Ridiculed Thoughts
Hope: it goes a long way. With thoughts hand in hand, it keeps you from straying too far away. Action: to enter the fray,
By Nathan Man5 years ago in Poets
You Can't Come Between Us
I've been thinking about “meaning” what it means to be an artist In times of chaos and disorder, what is our responsibility?
By Edison Ade5 years ago in Poets
Lost sight of first love
I was always one to believe in things I could not see. Except for the love the day our eyes met. It was cold, which you hated, but you liked our conversation so much, you stood there to hear my voice.
By Davida Poles5 years ago in Poets
Twice
Jealousy, strike me now like not before - how I suspire, lost and tender. Wretched, tragic spite for faithful chore. Dispassion and apathy, this benediction yours -
By Kat Pereira5 years ago in Poets
A Beautiful World
As time passes and the world races by, I’m lost in my imagination. Who wouldn’t be? We all strive for peace and beauty sometimes. There is no gratitude for what we have and weeping over what we have didn’t get. Occasionally, I let myself go into my imagination and thank everyone and everything around me who has made me happy. We are destroying what we created and we don’t even realize it. We don’t deserve this. Or do we? Love was such a beautiful feeling but where is it lost now? Every day, I wish to wake up to happy thoughts but am I too childish to realize that this is all over? I wish my thoughts were real, but that’s not how the world works.
By Sahil Wassan5 years ago in Poets
Lost In Wonderland
She finds herself in Alice Desperately trying to find a solution To escape her written fate Small scrolls offering to save her
By Angel Friesen 5 years ago in Poets
Love at late stage
Yes I do loved him from the first sight my stomach that day was more than carousel ride. The moment I entered the space of his dark randez Vous I saw a smile on side watching me from that night.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 5 years ago in Poets
Tremendous Tarantulas (RB)
Ally worked at the zoo Small world in my opinion She can literally do everything But I went last Monday Ally gave me free passes
By Robbie Bale5 years ago in Poets
For the Love
Breathtaking and ever changing shifting from brightly cloudless to gray, moody to raining or blindingly white the blue shades and
By Abby Jacobsen5 years ago in Poets
I'd Fall (revised)
An entrance followed by a gust of air, causes a glance to discover black hair, dark as midnight with no moon’s light to guide the way,
By A. Keson5 years ago in Poets