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.
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A Waveless Lake
Awakened with the morning sun to the soft, silken touch of my mother’s arms, I swam with summer on a waveless lake. I’ve glided through winter’s glossy river on blades of shimmering steel,
Cathy holmesPublished 6 months ago in Poets Solo
(Click below for the audio version on SoundCloud) In my solitude of endless minds of starry skies I travel through the darkest eyes
The Dani WriterPublished 6 months ago in PoetsWeighted Pendulum
Shouts and screams; no thoughts, just schemes. Right to left, upside down, theft. What is the point? A sword with an end.
James GreenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsAir breathes calm
Air breathes calm calm distills emotions emotions flow, grow grow hope inside inside joy knows knows love's magic magic needs openness
Paul StewartPublished 6 months ago in PoetsTransparent Masks
Fighting a war No-one can see Live life, loving poor Deep inside of me I struggle and fight But, it just won’t leave
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsEssential Oil
Essential Oil, pour on my body Smooth like Shea butter on my skin Smell the Scent of ancient time Enter relaxation Feel the Sensation
Mariann CarrollPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Velvet Touch of Smoothness
In a world of jagged edges and rough terrain, Where chaos reigns and imperfections stain, There lies a realm of smoothness, soft and serene,
Nims VoicePublished 6 months ago in PoetsIn Pursuit of Shönheit: A Faustian Bargain
There was once a woman Her mind so keen A prodigy of thought A perfect Paragon Frequently complimented "You're really sharp"
R. A. YounesPublished 6 months ago in PoetsNovember
I drive on the highway now. On the way to my aunts' house. In time the tears dry up, the fears of highway driving fade.
The Key Under My Tongue
Play Pianos Pianoing! I giggle sternly, Poking at the robot in my hand. I need my pianos and I need to slip away. - No more robots for today. The light
Ashe LawsonPublished 6 months ago in PoetsBear with me, love. I’m learning.
I’ve been talking wedding plans On a melting planet. Your place or mine? I’m not the first in my family to be mentally ill.
Ashe LawsonPublished 6 months ago in Poetsdark paths
some will never get there along sordid smooth surface vile with mud soaked through the soles and darkness pervading angelic souls
Mescaline BrissetPublished 6 months ago in Poets