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.

Such times together.
A subtle touch of comfort with your head upon my chest, The sound of rushing rivers as the sun sets in the west, The tender touch of the breeze with the scent of lilies there,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
My Place In Life
I’ve no idea where I’m going Can’t remember where I’ve been, Did I mean to lose my way No, that was unforeseen. *** I have friends who try to guide me
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
A: Silly - Rabbit
SPACE MARKS Date 7/9/2021 Time Integration [7:37 AM, 8:10 AM] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS A : Silly - Rabbit MEM OR ME ?
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
The Fellowship of the Sentients
Part 1. It's Personal I shed a tear At the sight of this pic Two in fact The love of my life beside me Shared it too What was the anatomy
By A. E. (Anthony) Lovell5 years ago in Poets
Battle of Wit & Doom
I sit in isolation, one with my thoughts. With a kind of desperation, the kind that is often sought. A tap and a vein pops up,
By Precious Rongmei5 years ago in Poets
The temple of the wind
Deva elemental Cinderella off the hook turns wings flying carpe diem capestries stand the breeze a long cool sip superlicious Mamas won'tcha
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
Circus
Complete darkness encapsulates a stadium filled to its capacity. You can hear peanut shells cracking as they break beneath the feet of small children. The savory smell of buttered popcorn engulfs each nostril, as the quiet chitter chatter from estranged peers creates a vibration that shakes every seat. Leaving a palpable taste of anticipation waiting to exit upon each exhale. Without warning, a spot light shoots center, with every sense now in attendance, the ringmaster steps forward to address the crowd.
By SJ kelly5 years ago in Poets
Ode to Rubber Ducks
Honestly, sometimes, I wish I could be a kid again. No responsibilities, no worries, no panic over the future. I missed when my biggest concern was whether or not I was going to get the toy I really wanted for my birthday. Sometimes, I really want to unpack all the childish toys I packed away because I didn't want to get rid of them so I'm keeping them for when I have kids.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Poets
The Dragon
She drew her sword To make a stand As dark drew fast Across the land It was time, The hour nigh. She squared her shoulders,
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Poets
Mika Song
Mika has color that is a gift of real music, this is to say that the sound of the Mika color it has a melody. Mika has only the right song in mind. She is in the light and in right mind to conduct a song. That is to say that the excellence it has been real, fair, distant, rare, and true. This is certainly right and in the sense of a song. I draw it now with the Dream of light. Truly so this is a song of the combination of the two. It is in the sound within the sense of the blues.
By Paul Noel Cimino5 years ago in Poets
When A is A : Gift
SPACE MARKS Date 7/1/2021 Time Integration [ 5:21 AM, 7:22 AM] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS When A is A:Gift ; It : Is - Four : You
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
What If
Thoughts always free, call me Walden. You don’t even know where the pond is I get it tho, shit be hard to transcend God damned us but now we on the mend
By Radley Klein5 years ago in Poets