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.

The Spiders and the Ants
The spiders and the ants Are both abundant in my living space And both of them are trying To let me see the truths That I’ve been too afraid
By Tanner Peiffer5 years ago in Poets
Baby Love
You Can't Be Baby Love If You Don't Mean Something To Me Baby Love Is The Reason I Don't Trust That Many Don't Leave Baby Love
By Chevy5 years ago in Poets
Life and Sadness
To how far will they deceive the mind of the dark, Sad days will fall somewhere, Sometimes happiness, sometimes sadness, this is life.
By Priyabrataa Ganguly5 years ago in Poets
Blogging is Weird but for my Mother it is Weird-er.
Using a website to write in feels so very foreign to me. I remember my first journals. I had a password journal that could never recognize my voice. To this day, I still feel the same about technology. Frustrated and confused as to how it is supposed to be "advanced".
By Gabbie Sigmon5 years ago in Poets
I was an Accident.
I was an accident. Born into an unprepared family. I was a joy. To look at. Conditioned to only have the skills of a housewife.
By Gabbie Sigmon5 years ago in Poets
「Tea Parties with Cthulhu」
In the darkest depths of the night, What being does one truly fear? Because if it is there, I am having a tea party with it.
By Cas_Cade5 years ago in Poets
「Reality Marble」
I have a superpower. The power to manipulate space and time And the reality that we lived in. One second can last a millennium
By Cas_Cade5 years ago in Poets
「Diorama」
Welcome to my Diorama Where the train goes round and Round Beside the mountain In front of the station Where the train goes round and
By Cas_Cade5 years ago in Poets
She Tells Stories To The Moon Until The Sun Rises
She loves the feel of country Driving on the dirt backroads, Camping around an open fire Getting lost at the crossroads.
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Painted Goddess
In an intricate painting upon wallpapered wall Stands a night-gowned beauty in a garden of roses An erotic sublation of love and passion alight
By Celestia Astraelis5 years ago in Poets
FOR YOU
What I did I did for you All the time I spent with you Good times bad times…. You name It just for you Hope one day you realise
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
Epiphenomenal
Wake to fear, wake to bleed, wake to see and wake to hear Sleep to lie, sleep to feel, sleep to heal and sleep to hide All this living just to be epiphenomenal
By Tanner Peiffer5 years ago in Poets