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.

Hoping
!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT !!! I was hoping to blow up but I know that I'm so nuts NOT EVEN fame or fortune's gonna make me go grown-up!
By Seth Thomas5 years ago in Poets
Who Am I?
Where do I start? From the beginning… Before the beginning? Who am I What am I doing A being living An international earthling
By Bianca Polizzi5 years ago in Poets
A Nostalgic Childhood Memory of Home
As the sun sets on the horizon, the bush is all I see, The galahs and cockatoos settle in the trees, The Kookaburras laugh in the evening breeze,
By Alana5 years ago in Poets
a place beyond places
theres a place beyond places a name beyond names known by those who forget told by those who do not know where time stands still
By thewanderingseeker5 years ago in Poets
Home is the lie... that we deceive
Just past the shadows of my mind, Where daylight fades, and darkness blinds. Perfect memories of hearth and home... ...are confined within, but freely roam.
By Lailokken le`Gras5 years ago in Poets
Up
Home is where we go from here. A place where the living has not been. Who to say where home is? When you're six feet in.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Poets
hOMe
Conversations with the wind, liberated breath on skin every time I breathe in, I am coming home I used to feel so very small
By Hailey Frogley 5 years ago in Poets
Can we chase the fire away?
Can we? feeling every tingle, hurts deeply. Can we chase the fire away? I asked, with so much hope in my voice. I mean, I was asking the gods,
By piper5 years ago in Poets
Home
Foreign Sand in my boots, Heavy pack on my back, Sweat on my skin Sun in my eyes Gun shots are my fireworks No Fourth of July for me
By Huney5 years ago in Poets
Autumn Goddess
This is for a wonderful friend. I can’t say too much about her without giving her identity away , but she is a veritable Goddess and a wonderful Mother. The music I am leading with is Birth Ritual the first track from the EP trilogy "Maiden, Mother, Crone" from Jordan Reyne and is a tale about the absurdity of the gender construct and how we are taught to perform the rituals required of us based on our physicality from birth.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Poets
Awaiting Daybreak
Tickled by the sunset outlined in cotton candy pink , adorn by the evergreen silhouettes just beyond my reach Imaginations
By Yazamoisellé5 years ago in Poets
Homebody Pleasures.
i love travelling in my home sweet home no matter where i'm going no matter where i’ve been home my ultimate destination
By ...5 years ago in Poets