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.
Little Girl
You took my innocence Forever changed I drown A ray of sunshine through the dark clouds When will the rain stop When will the dark clouds fade away
SUZETTE DRUMMONDSPublished 7 months ago in PoetsRemnants and Refuse II
What did you expect from this ending my friend... did you think that life wouldn't bounce back or that it wasn't as resilient as you might have assumed?
Meggen OlsonPublished 7 months ago in PoetsRemnants and Refuse I
The end of the world put us all behind glass panes with harsh lights beaming down on our heads we were artifacts, remnants, refuse, the last dregs of a broken world
Meggen OlsonPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThis Ride Won't Stop Turning
I wonder, each sundown, If when all stills at night, When the chores are complete, When my fears have took flight, If a time ever comes when
Hannah MoorePublished 7 months ago in PoetsOverdose (Heroine)
As if transcribed to the tune of her fashionably scribed eyes as he delves within, touching her tone. fearless serenity, fainting,
Hank MoodyPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBlood, Green & Autonomy [A Real Look At Modern Global Society]
Verse 1. Humans, that's what we call ourselves, who We pretend to be Murderous carnivores in truth, accounts for the savageries that will ensue
Andrew LittlePublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe States of Lovers
My states of pining are a continuation with no rest stops – they flow, they grow, they sow rains where the clouds of the mind
Meri UtkovskaPublished 7 months ago in PoetsMoringa Morning: Birdsong at Dawn
In a land where the mornings gleam, Stands a Moringa, tall and supreme. With branches that stretch far and wide, A haven for avians, where they reside.
Ammar NadeemPublished 7 months ago in Poets“Overcoming Darkness” desperate times and life
Not everything is perfectly aligned and brightness doesn’t await and always shine.. Desperate times come and go, we run and hide, because we can not provide..
CAN’T BE SULKING
Can’t be sulking at your past Grab a Chrome I’ll be the Cast You’ll be stuck just like a glue…. In your head you’re dying fast
Haychie_ArtistPublished 7 months ago in Poetsgrandparent (3)
Of course when we get there, we hop out of the car and Granny gives us a big hug. All of us. We get our stuff out of the car and go put it in our rooms. When you first walk in the house, you just get a whiff of good Sunday dinner. Chicken mashed potatoes macaroni the whole nine yards. I can't wait to tear this food up after I'm done eating, go to sleep, and get ready to go fishing with my grandpa in the morning. I'm actually pretty excited. Tomorrow should be a nice day out. Hope we catch a lot of fish.
Robbie BalePublished 7 months ago in Poetsgrandparent (2)
I'm not as close with my grandfather as I am with my grandmother. So I was a little bit reluctant when my mother said I have to spend some time with him this summer. I mean, it's not like I was opposed to it, it's just I don't like awkward situations. And he and I don't really have anything to talk about. I mean we are going fishing though and we both enjoy that. So maybe along the way we'll find something to talk about. Nothing to worry about though because my grandpa is a really cool guy. A stand-up man.
Robbie BalePublished 7 months ago in Poets