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.

Long Thaw
For eons this body of water stayed frozen. To tell how it became frozen you would have to gain access to part of history long forgotten. Some say the history of the frozen body of water stretches the start of time itself. Just knowing that it had to start somewhere arbitrary of a question. People always use this frozen body of water to cross one way tho. Even odder is the direction the body of water was frozen to flow in. It also seem strange that no one could obtain sense of a huge body of water being frozen in an upward direction with only a few people being allowed to cross it. For those that aren't allowed to cross it should only surmise that it is for their own benefit. Yet see as no one has every truly returned safe from the other side to provide insight to the sites seen. As time which is a man made construct continuously erodes away at the frozeness of what lay on the other side. With the amount of stress, depression, anxiety, etc. are you sure the other side is bliss. As the days move on farther into the future the frozeness will begin to thaw since you feared the other side. Will you be able to handle the waters when they come rushing in. TSUNAMI OF WHAT YOU FEARED ANYWAYS.
By H.O.R.U.S 5 years ago in Poets
PEAR 🍐 TREE🌳
From what we understand which isn't much at this time. Everyone looking for a refraction of light. Out there was a pear tree. Everyone talked of this pear tree. Yet no one would dare to go near the pear tree. It was told that only the most selfish took from this pear tree to never be heard from again. This would lead to mysterious stories among the people yet no one bold enough to request the truth. One year the town begin to see that there where many things the heads of the world wasn't telling them. Which began the nations to see that all trust in those who profits off sorrow cannot honestly provide truth. Some began to think of the pear tree out in the abyss. Seem as the intuition of the nation turned at once to the same idea. What of the pair of three lies they will attempt to get you with. You cannot hide the Sun, the Moon, nor the Truth. Eventually these pears has to come down to be eaten so the seeds of the truth can be spread amongst a garden of phenomenal dreams instead of a field of nightmares.
By H.O.R.U.S 5 years ago in Poets
Marigold
This was the first time I really met you and it struck me as odd that I never made a point to mention that there were certain types of drugs that always found a way to circumvent my desire. You claimed your religious mantra read, always welcome free substances with both palms open, and I trusted you enough to adopt your practice for a day.
By Arlynn Heights5 years ago in Poets
Keys to Freedom
Buckled to the ground the dark pierces your heart. Actions retreat and you look to stay apart. Tread lightly are the words we have been told
By Nicole West 5 years ago in Poets
Perception Is The New Reality
Perception is the new reality. Fake a smile and watch they think happiness is your only mentality Post pics with your friends and laugh away,
By Eagles 5 years ago in Poets
Through Your Eyes
For my daughter, Elizabeth I brought you into this world, you came a beautiful girl. I was so proud to show, I taught you all I know,
By Revol5 years ago in Poets
The Small Rivulet
The small rivulet, it flows and flows, meandering through dense forests, the burbling sound echoing across the horizon, its route decided meticulously by the brush strokes,
By somsubhra banerjee5 years ago in Poets
Rest easy, Little One
A young boy lay silent reading a book, but ready to go to sleep soon though, When something disturbed him - a sound like a tap - on the glass outside of his window.
By Benett S5 years ago in Poets
Intermediate Drowning Lessons
Uh oh. I really got pulled into the deep end this time. Questions tangle around my legs like seaweed. The questions were always down there. They are generational in their persistence.
By Zelda Lin5 years ago in Poets
The Bell Tolled
I tolled the Truth Like bells from my lips, lapped Up by your soul Divined guidance and Windswept chimes No judgement eyed
By Lindsey Rose5 years ago in Poets
Memories
Childhood memories are hidden within the thickening fog, Or, maybe filled with pollution and covered in smog. Digging deep in my mind and pulling feelings from the heart,
By Amanda Marks5 years ago in Poets
What Did You Expect: A Loki Poem
Quick Intro: I sometimes write poems or song lyrics (which I only sing in my head) that are inspired by TV shows or movies that I watch. Right now, one of my geeky obsessions is the infamous Marvel villain, Loki. Whether it's the Avengers franchise or the Thor trilogy, that character keeps me glued to the screen. So, of course, I'm a fan of his new series on Disney Plus. Not just because I love the character, but because that show really delved into his psyche. Who is Loki? What makes him tick? Can we ever know for sure who he is or what he wants? I went down that rabbit hole while writing this poem. I hope you guys like it!
By Sarah Loyd5 years ago in Poets