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 Music in My Soul
As I sit here listening to these sick beats, these soothing lullabies, and these passionate screams, As I feel the rhythm in my bones,
Ilana WeissPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Future Is Sure but Uncertain
Nothing is as disturbing as the unknown It makes you think and neglect the known But if one had the knowledge of the future
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLetting Go
When I think about letting things go, I think of a crackling fire, burning away all the garbage that clutters the inside of my mind. It just floats around in there, taking up so much room and it leaves no space for the things in life that matter.
Larissa AntonioniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEarth
I want to be boneless Thrash about like leaves in strong wind Pull my weight over me Crumple when my time is up Floating, flightless
Nicola ThonerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Sad Tune
"It is but a torment that bites me It is like a leech attached to my skin I try to get rid of it but yet still It wouldn't allow me to have the breath of true peace
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUnfolding You Dearly
Unfolding you dearly like laundry before a sentry asunder One need not ponder long to wearily wonder What may befall such ones as desire bounty’s plunder
Re-Evolution
RE-EVOLUTION—an ode to consciousness ☺ The hate and pain have shown us all That there is a fire burning The days are coming to stand up tall
Rambling
Peeled back it's nothing more than a lost infantile seething scratching yearning for a breath of fresh air wanting for something that isn't there
Emily AdamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSenses
Growing up in this strange land Isn't exactly what I planned Storms sway in the distance Smell what they look like And hear what they see
Jonathan ClewlowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPills
I'm such a mess, I'm tired so sick, so dead inside My pills are out to get me And there's nowhere left to hide I turned into an angel
Vivi VanillePublished 7 years ago in PoetsGreyscale Resonance
Every aspect of life holds duality More than duality, in fact, child... This thing is an ambiguous white water rapid So fluid and chaotic that nothing matters.
Duanyell WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAccept Me! I'm Your Friend.
I want to break down your great wall of frigid, unfeeling rationale with pure Dionysion tenacity I know you hear my efforts.
Duanyell WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in Poets