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 Knight of Night
Dark skies, pretty lights, The city, alive, ablaze The night is still young, my friend Do you want to have some fun?
Aishik DeyPublished 8 months ago in PoetsStill Learning
from the moment i was born i've been learning how to die ever since i realised i was grounded i've been trying to learn to fly
The Past is Sacrificed
He roams the memories of his happiest days, Wondering where it all went horribly wrong, The days of arms that welcomed him into her heart,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 8 months ago in PoetsIcy Seductive Waters (sm).
Title for Haiku No. 1: "Blue Haiku: 'Sexy and Sublime'." [Begins]. Seductive, smooth touch. Every dip, sexy she is.
Shane Charbonnet, P.h.D.: HCDI & UXDE (bka; dba) 'Dr. Shane Jaycee.'Published 8 months ago in PoetsMy Starry Night
as i lay in bed willing myself to sleep the ideas eddy tumultuously swishing around in my head like manic quicksilver
Kintsugi 2
I’m sorry I took you for granted I never planned it I didn’t mean to break you I just wanted to take you As I always had
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsHarmony of the Heart: A Symphony of Hopes and Fears
In the orchestra of life, hopes and fears entwine, A symphony composed in the heart's design. Notes of longing, a melody sincere,
Sumira YaseenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsFor National Poetry Day
Introduction Apparently, it's National Poetry Day and Jdey Kalchik wrote this nice little poem. The music is "Thomas The Rymer" by Steeleye Span which sort of fits the mood, and it is seven minutes of folk brilliance.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 8 months ago in PoetsGrandma’s Love
Grandma’s Love 😍 Sweet like the taste of cake… Warm and greatly baked- I miss your soft humor 😊 and your humble eyes…
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 8 months ago in Poetsdiscord
the strings of my heart play dissonant harmonies ice cracks in their wake -------------------------- Thank you for reading!
R.I. KárolyPublished 8 months ago in PoetsChaos
Within a mind's intricate web they lurk, Demons hidden, where our thoughts go berserk. An invisible playground of complex notions,
"WE"
"WE" We walk, we talk, we see. We feel, we sing, we play. We think we saw each other. We have friends, we have no friends.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 8 months ago in Poets