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.

The Funeral of a Friend
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By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Poets
The shadow voice
The Shadow Voice My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need the blanket of another body
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Be with those who help your being
Be With Those Who Help Your Being Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths.
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Walking among deads
Walking among deads I'm walking among deads, Filled by others' heads! Watching them makes Me excited, I am dead tired! Chasing Me all over the world,
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
BE GRATEFUL ...
In a calm, under a roof day Though the tire d mind screams. I could feel myself breathe. Fresh air flowing through. I try to be grateful while some still dream.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Poets
A Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Waste
Wandering around here in my head It’s busier than a city street A few questions need asking, so here we go Try and keep up with me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
Lord, Keep Thy Promise
Lord, Keep Thy Promise Oh, Lord, can you hear my cry and plea? Keep thy promise and don't forsake me. Let my children, I pray to thee,
By Nola Hipsher5 years ago in Poets
The Man and the Child
See the squeaking of the man, I think he's angry at the pakistan. He finds it hard to see the pot, Overshadowed by the bouncy robot.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
Insomnia
Insomnia Now you hear what the house has to say. Pipes clanking, water running in the dark, the mortgaged walls shifting in discomfort,
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
The Child and the Teenager
See the squeaking of the child, I think he's angry at the schwartzchild. He finds it hard to see the pot, Overshadowed by the bouncy naught.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
SHAPELESS DAYS
As darkness falls, her dreams escape, In hallways of her mind to traipse In scarlet hues, she paints her blues, Awakening dawn to pay her dues.
By Wendy - Empathic Tigress5 years ago in Poets
Sleep On
Sleep On Me- Waking up.. Feeling old.. Life’s on hold.. Truths are told.. You grew so cold.. Yesterday.. So off.. It’s pulled me right over onto the wrong side of today’s bed.. I made it so full of dread.. Overflowing with monsters coming from my head.. Now I have to lay in it alone..
By Steve Richard5 years ago in Poets