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.

An account of an extraordinary lady.
To you, my deep love, my dear friend, You, are an extraordinary woman, A magnificent lady, A damsel, of the most admirable quality.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Grace, Kindness - OF : A
SPACE MARKS Date Integration [ 9/7/2021 - 9/8/2021] Time Integration [ 1:54 PM - 8 : 00 AM ] Location : Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Two : A - Scheme
SPACE MARKS Date 9/10/2021 Time Integration [ 8 :05 AM, 3 :16 PM ] Location : Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS Two : A - Scheme Path - A : Pyramid - Scheme,
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Nature doesn’t ask for anything
poem Nature does not ask for anything. It doesn’t demand your time, attention, feedback. And it isn’t even interested in what you bring.
By Jeffrey Kippel5 years ago in Poets
Ramblings part 5
Honesty It's something we all ask from each other But it comes with caveats Things we all have to pay attention to ~ Societal rules that we're all expected to know
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Poets
Ramblings part 6
Have you ever just stared at a wall I mean really stared at it Like you were having a staring contest even You really should you can learn a lot
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Poets
Today’s A New Day
The sun is shining brightly The birds are singing loudly, It’s the dawn of a new day My cats are purring proudly. *** I’ve a busy day today
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
The Letter J
SPACE MARKS Date 9/7/2021 Time Integration [ 10:25 AM, 10:53 AM ] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS The Letter J Breathing , Earth ; image
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Hand that Holds
SPACE MARKS Date 9/9/2021 Time Integration [ 8 : 16 AM, 11:03 AM ] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS Hand that Holds Late Night - many explosions,
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
A Dark Corner of Paradise
I live in a dark corner of paradise; most would argue it’s not a part of paradise, but I’d argue it is. Citizens exclaim, “There is violence there!” Citizen, there is violence, here. You’re here. You just don’t recognize the boundaries of these neighborhoods.
By J.D. Bradley5 years ago in Poets
Anywhere and Everywhere
Grass The old stuff that the gym teacher called Mother Nature’s hair We sat on the field Tearing it out Ripping it up Tossing it into the wind
By Emily Dickerson5 years ago in Poets
Somberence
Pickled by the fatherless clocks, jaded is my spirit, for not am I without those that are kindered spirits. Scream, though as I may, knowing no one would hear it,
By Dustin 5 years ago in Poets