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.

LOOKING BACK
Looking back I can say Proud to say along the way Ups and downs I found the way Hear the sounds don’t go away The past Is done I shall say
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
Mila
A home is more than just construction A home is more than just floors and tiles A home is more than just materialistics A home is where love is
By Ociana Boggs5 years ago in Poets
Deck's Made ("Found Poem")
For those who are not familiar with "Found Poems" they are created by finding some form of literature and using the words on one of its pages in order to make a poem. You circle words you like (or letters) and/or cross out the ones you don't want. This poem and its title was found using the book The Rainmaker page 273.
By Raven Diamond5 years ago in Poets
Insomnia
Has it been minutes, seconds, or hours? Time fades away If I check now, this focus will become sour Concentrate. No, not that place.
By Patty5 years ago in Poets
Mila
A home is more than just construction A home is more than just floors and tiles A home is more than just materialistics A home is where love is
By Ociana Boggs5 years ago in Poets
Loss of the Mind
The smallest touch madness numbness Overloaded Pleasure receptors corroded Breath abandons Moving in tandem Moans crescendo
By Raven Diamond5 years ago in Poets
Teenage Dream
They rule the day While the day rules me They are more than some depressed teens They run away from cops and drink on the beach
By Eagles 5 years ago in Poets
Stories: A Sestina. Top Story - September 2021.
The weight of it in my hands The feel of it beneath my fingertips The quiet smell of it drifts through the air The words begin melting away
By Raven Diamond5 years ago in Poets
When A is Silent
SPACE MARKS Date Integration [7/25 - 7/26,2021] Time Integration [ 8:16 ; 10:22 AM - 2:01 PM ; 4:27 PM ] Location Shaolin
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Welcomed Sun
My morning was welcomed by the sun surging through the clouds The clouds put up a fight but the sun won’t back down Unconquerable;
By Jerry Salcedo5 years ago in Poets
Home
When fireflies light up the garden Another spirit will roam Home is a whisper in the wind Calling to places unknown Home is old, Home is new
By Brittany Jean5 years ago in Poets
The five senses of home
Home is seeing my bed after being away for a weekend It's having a zoom call with my family because I couldn’t go home for Christmas
By Ashlea Bicknell5 years ago in Poets