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.

My truth
My wings, My nest I could fly tonight My hands became my wings I fly across the ocean Witness those moments Which become the basis of humanity.
By Priyabrataa Ganguly5 years ago in Poets
Skyfall Up !
This is the endHold my breath and count to menHow did I bendInto lonely hellish denI've grown with foldsBut if I look around thereI see old woldsAnd a watchful way right ereLet's wright with inkNew links to chink, then make chinksDon't let us sinkJust think out of wink for slinks
By Francis L5 years ago in Poets
Impostor Syndrome
Here I am Under nostalgic skies Aging personalities like every favorite song Loved until I'm dying to find another Over and over
By Alina Kay5 years ago in Poets
Vanity Card #8
I miss summer days. Liberation. Warm sleepless nights. The tint of your loved one's hair. The smile they give you when the sun sets. Sweaty hands clasping as you both leap over the cliff. Drinking without consequence because time lasts forever. Saying "I love you" when the tide rolls in. The everlasting freckles that are conjured under the nourishing sun. Summer days are to live for in rural British Columbia. It's worth the winters that deplete me of color and spirit. It's worth the constant intake of vitamin D supplement when night falls before dinner time. I miss summer days. Liberation. Yes, I long for it. Liberation.
By Alejandra Carrasco5 years ago in Poets
Condemned
I’m so sorry I’m not a giver. I’m sorry I don’t waste my life away onto the first person who tells me they want me; yet, I still have poor judgment.
By Abbey 5 years ago in Poets
Corona and omnicron fever.
Eyes so weary, so distraught! Affliction to carry, all for nought! Times of mourning, times of pain! Ailment all around, to gain!
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Shame by Lolly Vieira
I want to see your shame that burning in the pit of your stomach that makes your eyes water at just the thought I want to hear you say it
By Lolly Vieira5 years ago in Poets
I Don't Know You
I Don't Know You I don't know you, but I want to, You smile back to everything I say, Look into me with your deep brown eyes,
By Rilee Arey5 years ago in Poets
Memoirs of a Bored Girl
Have you ever been bored? Has boredom ever been a visitor in your abode? Have you ever looked into its colorless eyes? Those eyes that stretches like an endless ocean
By Hilda Alexander5 years ago in Poets
Ramblings Part 44
The crack of my neck The crackle of my knuckles The pop of my knees The clicking in my shoulders ~ My body is a wonderland of sounds
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Poets
Quarantine
The majestic ambience of the blue skies are becoming nothing more than color. The soothing cadence of the birds translate to an aggressive conversation.
By Jasmine Anderson5 years ago in Poets
School.
School is draining and we don't even use half the material we learn in the future. Seven hours of my life for 2,160 days, waisted in a plastic chair.
By Mia Orndorff5 years ago in Poets