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 Vampire and the Politician
See the hiding of the bats, I think he's angry at the blatz. He finds it hard to see the scorpion, Overshadowed by the fast morpion.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
The Lawyer and the Student
See the hiding of the lawyer, I think he's angry at the stoyer. He finds it hard to see the scorpion, Overshadowed by the fast morpion.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
Sonnet 54
Sonnet 54 Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love like the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the pageants play,
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
The Boy and the Woman
See the chirping of the boy, I think he's angry at the foye. He finds it hard to see the bowl, Overshadowed by the afraid sinkhole.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
The Doctor and the Musician
See the chirping of the doctor, I think he's angry at the procter. He finds it hard to see the bowl, Overshadowed by the afraid kohl.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
The Actor and the Fairy
See the chirping of the actor, I think he's angry at the refractor. He finds it hard to see the bowl, Overshadowed by the afraid mole.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
The Student and the Fairy
See the chirping of the student, I think he's angry at the rodent. He finds it hard to see the bowl, Overshadowed by the afraid cole.
By Sourav joshi 5 years ago in Poets
Unpridful Memories
A cat as black as day, with eyes as white as snow, cuddling and charmed with affection. Held on tight for support so much love and care with the humans that lay besides the black hair. Thoughts of you remain that becomes so dormant. Selfish lies with a turtle bye, you left a memory with visions of a never ending lullaby.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
My Kingdom
My Kingdom Written by major Effects. Many have tried to come and conquered my Kingdom. Many have left in defeat because I have always been ready for my enemy. First, I make sure that my Kingdom is protected from front to back. With the best security enforcement, Second, my people are not treated like slaves and indigents but treated equal as to me and my family. They only show me respect due to me being in a position of King and so I am not being worshipped but loved. Everyone in the kingdom has the best of food, clothing or medical. So that means the dress as the dress and eat whatever they want in my Kingdom we all work together. For one, because I don't around and point the finger. I just jump in there and help. I work among my Kingdom and my people, and I help with all works no matter what. That's why are Kingdom stands out from another Kingdom.
By OTIS JR5 years ago in Poets
People like us
People Like Us There are more like us. All over the world There are confused people, who can’t remember The name of their dog when they wake up, and people
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
Widows
Widows My mother’s playing cards with my aunt, Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game my grandmother taught all her daughters.
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
Lost
Lost 5 — Encased by this Nothing.. Shrouded within this darkness.. This place is far from empty.. That only makes me feel more lonesome..
By Steve Richard5 years ago in Poets