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.

Undefeated
At times I am weak Defeated at most, but not dead My breath lingers Delayed, but not absent Keeping my lungs only partially full
By Stephanie Carter5 years ago in Poets
Heartful
I left my heart in a lake, You were to hard to face, My soul from my body you took, But your heart too hard to take, And now I’m just stuck with my words,
By Alexander Barron5 years ago in Poets
Home vs Detriment
He didn’t just ask me if I knew my other sign placements He said, “Tell me.” * “Moon in Cancer, Gemini rising, and Venus in Libra.”
By Sarah Jane5 years ago in Poets
The Call Of The Wild
It's 5:30 in the morning. That's when her eyes begin to flutter. Her toes start to wiggle. She begins to feel the breeze sneak it's way through the sheets-
By Rocco5 years ago in Poets
Hymns Of Love In The Night
Hymns from a bleeding heart, in the middle of the cold silent night. He weeps of sorrows that are no longer with him by his side. The pain from broken hearts will surely be there and they will never die.
By DakTH5 years ago in Poets
Rose with the thousand thorns
She rose from her desk to look for her notepad A deep voice startled her, introducing himself as Chad She responded a bit shaky, but she had maintained her composure she was glad
By Kavita Taluja5 years ago in Poets
Falling Faceted (1/3)
Paramount to wherever attention may find itself at the present moment, the animal mind is now provoked; taking possession of every sense on the spectrum to experience and never forget what is before you. This takeover is hostile and righteously so. Resonance at This frequency produces power perfervid enough to heal, love veristic enough to remember, zeal abundant enough to dismiss the spell of time.
By Caleb Simpson5 years ago in Poets
Life and Summer
Summer is left, let the Ganga flow freely, Let the peaks sink and the crowns flow away. Have rocky, high ground? Then you will break it.
By Priyabrataa Ganguly5 years ago in Poets
A moment frozen in time
On a moonlit evening the tamed waves of the ocean lapped against the railing where I leaned and stared into the distance
By Sam Wijesinghe5 years ago in Poets
Equality
people are raised to not hate on others. people are raised to always be themselves. ** people are told that love is love,
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet5 years ago in Poets
Faith
1. Trusting in something you can’t touch or see Believing you’ll heal based purely on how you feel The blind leading the blind in reality
By Andrew Little5 years ago in Poets
runaway train
Sometimes , you find yourself on train of thought that seems ceaseless No matter how many attempts you take to exit at the next stop
By purging purgatory5 years ago in Poets