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.

A Sincere Apology
A Sincere Apology I come before you desperately Upon my bended knee To ask for thy forgiveness Your mercy is my plea For all of my offenses
By _6 years ago in Poets
Gardenia
Once upon a mythological age... a famous Greek poet named Homer wrote an epic legend that intertwined Spartan history, the Trojan War, and
By The Fashion Design Academy Company6 years ago in Poets
Breathe
The lungs feel like smoke is filling them and it’s hard to intake air. The body shakes like a brittle leaf against a harsh wind.
By T C Husvar6 years ago in Poets
Hopeful
There is a song that contains lyrics written by someone who must have been missing the one they love so much that the words they knew, to express their emotions, were just not enough...
By The Fashion Design Academy Company6 years ago in Poets
Spirit Baby
Sweet baby, little kicks with your foot that now sticks out of my belly . Turning over as you sleep, jumping as you dance , I can feel you there, I can hear your heartbeat I don't need those machines to tell me your there , to tell me that your heart beat is normal , I know it, I can feel it .
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
To My Sweetest Thomas
My sweetest Thomas, where are you? Are you in the arms of another lover or are you laid asleep alone in your bed? Perhaps you are busy reading , preparing for the task at hand.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
Sleep Within The Realms Of Sanity.
Sleepless nights are all too common , they are but a place of joy and pleasure to me . Yet I'm kept from slumber, for I'm unable to join that pleasure of joy of sleep, cursed to be confined to these long nights alone .
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
Shame
Tears can be a bitter reminder of foolish acts , your tears are my punishment to my childish behaviour and my tears are the shame and guilt for knowing what I did was cruel.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
Time, oh Time
Time, oh Time master of life, are you a lie? Do you exist? Can you be described? You don't fit in words. So, most of our decisions are controlled
By Anthi Psomiadou6 years ago in Poets
Finders
"The train is due to arrive any minute now", announced the Ladder Guardian leaning against the sign in front of the ticket booth to the
By The Fashion Design Academy Company6 years ago in Poets
Monsters in the Dark
The girl with the big brown eyes. Wise beyond her years, She knows. She understands the whispers of the night She sees the ghosts, ghouls, and goblins.
By Daciana McCromaig6 years ago in Poets
Genesis
A world beyond color Where rules don’t exist Where the concept of chaos Doesn’t plague the mind of the abyss Stars swallow each other whole and
By Ray Garvin 6 years ago in Poets