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.

Solid soul with me
I can not put down that fire anymore we are becoming solid in touching senses like a sculptured stone. Your body melted into my own imaginary line the hotness arriving with a dust of the charm undone.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 5 years ago in Poets
Light outburst
I think about you days and nights, there are no longer breaks in this line of spilled lines open to the reception of everything that intertwines tenderly with the light of the past summer of ominous news, also in order to remain in what we are really bound in, we are full of our lives and rights, we can go and get up feeling good I think to choose And also stay in the safe space of rediscovering myself from the new of me and You.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 5 years ago in Poets
I Want Heaven
There is a piece of me down below, a golden silence, but it does not show. I try to retrace my steps, but the path is hidden, and the crumbs have been replaced.
By Kevin Klabon5 years ago in Poets
Why is this my fate
Why am i so forgiving of the ones that hurt me the ones that hate me the ones that only just do it again after forgiveness
By TheCorner5 years ago in Poets
Autumn Joy
I love the golden hues of autumn The yellows, reds, and browns That take my breath away With colours that astound *** The leaves that float like snowflakes
By Paul Douglas5 years ago in Poets
The Ascending Soul
The ascending soul Has nowhere to go When up is down and down is up Stillness is As good as a any motion... Devotion, might
By SB. 5 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Lost Eternity
Yet still the night will not wait and O, how should it disappoint? She dreamt of a night never ending; a peaceful slumber not unlike her last, with
By Caitlin5 years ago in Poets
Its Bit
Every year no matter the weather our species flock together, the day now known as Halloween. Stories leap from mouth to mouth, the humans far too curious for their own wellbeing. For they have no clue as to what goes on behind closed doors.
By Briar Rose5 years ago in Poets
Tour Of The New Heart Gallery Space
I’ve been working hard on a huge business proposition This is months and months of planning and organising, ‘Open to the Public’ signs have been ordered and delivered
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Poems to Waxman S2 E4
“Keep them guessing,” is what people have said to me. “It is good if they don’t know you are too available. It is good if they think you’re just a little hard to get.”
By Kira DeSomma 5 years ago in Poets
Mr Kennedy Raped The Moon
Picture, if you will, the moment of conception. Now imagine we have taken a scene from PBS Nova’s 1983 documentary, The Miracle Of Life, and played it in whirring, flickering reverse. This
By C S Hughes5 years ago in Poets
End Sequel
For once I want to silence the messenger. Point click undo and rewind. Breath taken back. Home base safe. Ideas flowing
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Poets