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.
Hot Air Balloon Ride
Up, up, up Above the trees We float In baskets Made to be held By balloons Weighted Down with Sandbags To keep it
Mother CombsPublished 6 months ago in Poetsbuild
*** from this world, i so want to run away with you-- and build us a home. *** we can live in a tree, or a hole in the ground;
Do You Ever Feel Like?
Do you ever feel like just a conduit a channel when writing? I sit down concoct a plot then a wickedness takes over
Paul StewartPublished 6 months ago in PoetsSome Days
Some days the sun smiles. And some nights the moon reveals its glow. Sometimes I find comfort in the sound of crashing thunder.
stuck in a moment
Ice chills my back and- Fire sears my front, I dissolve- To ash and water
Jada FergusonPublished 6 months ago in PoetsBeautiful
You’re beautiful There is no doubt But you’re beautiful in the most important way From the inside out I love to see your smile
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsRise Upon Her Loyalty
She rolls with the fate of her destiny, Trampling any problems thrown her way, Highly strung enemies batted with an iron fist,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 6 months ago in PoetsFree Spirited
Feel free to express yourself and what comes naturally will occur The chances you maybe taking aren't just by chance a blur
Mason DarniellePublished 6 months ago in PoetsReavers
What attempt has been successful today? Banishment or offering? Make your pleas but you cannot stay. I intend to consume you rapidly. My altar of human remains and you are now added to my collection. Bring me more lambs to slaughter. Keep me isolated and sedated and hope there's no resurrection. No crosses or holy water can violate me. Am I the external threat that terrorizes your village? Am I the looming shadow that frightens throughout the night? I'm the sickness purging itself onto your children. Violent memories stick like the blood running in the streams. I'm the epitome of evil and all your past mistakes. I'm the bastard infection spreading obsession and brutality. The scapegoat for all your sins and treachery. I lead you into darkness and you learn to adapt well. You let the illness sink in until you're a part of the masterpiece. You're a catastrophe awaiting imminent notoriety. No sympathy for me because I'll eat you whole. I'm the heartbeat tormenting generations of nonsense. Belladonna in my eyes and hemlock down my throat. Your lore has memorized my footsteps. Your fables keep the faith ongoing. Fear has led everyone to repentance. Absolution will not spare you. An invention created to take all the blame. A religion meant to soothe the passage of time. Life has ravaged us all but I'm still here to burn all you leave behind. I've witnessed obliterated stars and dying suns. I've laid waste to your decapitated daughters and half-wit sons. I cannot die. Your sacrifices keep me alive.
Anna TorresPublished 6 months ago in PoetsA Grown Up Orphan
Dragonflies don’t sew your lips Chocolate goes straight to my hips Hold your breath under a bridge A broken heart might hurt a smidge
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 months ago in PoetsHalloween Vibes
It is a time of the year for the spooky season. The wind blows with the crisp, cool air in the autumn weather. The leaves are flying and falling off from the colorful trees.
Meghan LeVaughnPublished 6 months ago in PoetsLoyal Companions
In a world of chaos and a hurried race, There's a friend who brings a calming grace. With fur of softness and eyes so kind,
Haris HadzicPublished 6 months ago in Poets