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.
PROJECT: EVERGREEN - The Destruction
What did you expect? You wanted this to last - to be the endless finality amidst the smoke and fire. You wanted forever,
Amanda StarksPublished 8 months ago in PoetsPuddle on a Pavement
On the pavement, a puddle lay. In the shape of a person, it was a cloudy day. On that day, as people walked past, the puddle-shaped person stuck out his tongue and laughed.
James GreenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsDread
I dread this great awakening. Lovely waves of change overtaking my life. Just lovely, right? Lord God. What is going on?
dre.amerwithapenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsMoon's Embrace
In the moon's embrace, Ghosts and goblins find their peace, Night's mysteries unfold.
Printique StudiosPublished 8 months ago in PoetsSWEET SUNDAY
If I give you my heart, Promise it won't be broken, For I am scared, Of the feelings, you've awoken.
Catherine NyomendaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsGreen
A dot on a map, pages of my past with the corners folded, reread and reread and... Revisited, taking the time to touch each flicker of magic more gently each time. Dandelion seeds dancing around me. A grey sky shouting promises of healing. The roads that used to be just bitumen and are now the veins leading to my heart.
Can You Hear?
Hello? Is anyone there? Can you hear me? It's okay... no one ever does I just listen to the buzz The humming over the wires
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 8 months ago in PoetsUnited is My Body and Soul
I refuse to be tempted… I ignore the other side… I disagree with your opinion… I don’t follow anyone… Flickering through my daily sunlight and absorb my energy from morning feed.
Scribbles in the Night
I’m painting a picture with words the life that I desire the dream, the cosmic dance and all that I admire From fields of pretty blossoms
Paula RowlandsPublished 8 months ago in PoetsHolidays! Poem
Holidays arrive on wings of cheer Snowflakes dance in a waltz so bright Blanketing the world in purest white. The time when hearts draw near
The Anxiety Arc: Parts 1-3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Entertaining the Intruder A frequent visitor has come over to play
Dark Signs
Yeah, I could see dark signs A shadow of a storm over the waves An inky blotch stained against the parchment The pelt of a black beast crossing the road
Amanda StarksPublished 8 months ago in Poets