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.
Lady in Red
See the Lady in Red She’ll fill you with such dread Once you are used You will be abused She can’t love But only shove
Mother CombsPublished 2 days ago in Poetsstill-.it.hurts
figure best -to write - - not e.dit - until - - the bitter conclusion...Indo.ing so I can unpack myfeel.ings,lay it all out on the sc.and decide fromtthere what to do
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWonder What May
I often - - - wonder what-may have been - if decisions, - small and - - had been different. - would have made - difference - - course of my life, - -
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in PoetsServed on a Platter
Note: this piece is targeted at a specific and very frustrating situation I had to navigate this past week and is also meant to educate.
K. J. NeithercuttPublished 2 days ago in PoetsOn The Road Again
El Camino freedom Chasing summertime around Listening to our Intuitions as we cruise around this town Passing the time like clouds or breezes flowing freely through our hands
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 2 days ago in Poetsthe way we love(d)
embrace me harder cozy like a campfire let loose your cork-trapped love interrupt me politely, and slow dance with me for all of
I want to
explore you totally circumnavigate the lengths of your coastlines lose my bearings in your longitudes and latitudes until I become an
You
exhumed my weary heart from a coffin made of dreams, the weak lambent flicker was soon to turn me igneous, yet fate stepped in and
their attractive empty promises
Sc r e w e d without (hope) Shots fired oo o oo o by life and vice leave b l e e d i n g bullet holes o oo oo o o o z i n g and s e e p i n g
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in PoetsRound Up
Sometimes I wonder what evidence it will take. Sometimes, between dodging rounds of flying bullets, Or fleeing the toxic spew of chemicals, or even crawling
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 3 days ago in PoetsToo Sensitive?
Empathy will be the death of me Clear cause of all this apathy Lack of my sensibility Increasing sensitivity Phantasy escapes etymology
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 days ago in PoetsRain
The universe drops rain to communicate with the terrestrial inhabitants. Using a multidimensional language to enlighten us about the nature