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.
Alien, The Beautiful
Follow me to this lab. But first, you’ll need to take this jab. Put on this mask and pair of gloves. Fair warning, humans lost touch
Real PoeticPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHarmony of the Wilds
In nature's gentle embrace I find my peace, Where earth and sky in perfect union cease. The rustling leaves, a whispered lullaby,
Ink MysticPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHuman Nature
Out of the sky the space creature fell It was from heaven but soon would find hell He floated down and stood on my street
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 7 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Lost Love
Beneath the moon's glow, Silent tears fall like raindrops, Lost love haunts my heart. In shadows we met, Whispered secrets in the night,
Ink MysticPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHow
You ever look around and wonder how? How has my road led me here? How do I not know where I go from here? How is this possible.
Behind the mask of smiles
In a world where masks conceal our pain, We smile through tears, bearing silent strain. Beneath the surface, emotions collide,
Delight DandyPublished 7 months ago in PoetsCry
Cry Crying Tears All of this I have done when I was broken Crying is for the weak they say No! Crying is strength Crying is weakness too
Sunny ZhangPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHome (lost)
It's hard to lose but hurts to pretend I see your face and immediately in disgrace I smile a lie and hope it works for a while
A Blue Box Adventure
In darkest night, When the stars ran out, Amid thin grey mist, Seeped in doubt- A blue box groaned, It's wheezing crack,
Rachael MacDonaldPublished 7 months ago in PoetsAn Open Heart Up For Reconsideration
An wounded hole has seen some deepened heartless moments gather for their relentless beliefs. A fractured insensitive misstep overstepping heavy boundaries.
Valerie LylesPublished 7 months ago in PoetsI HAVE LOVE HEARTACHE
I HAVE SEEN THE LOVE IN YOUR EYES AND THE CONFUSION I YOUR FACE I HAVE FELT THE TENDERNESS OF YOUR TOUCH AND THE PAIN IN YOUR HEART
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 7 months ago in Poets“Participation” is more than you think
“You just have to participate”, they said. And I did participate. I participated, shared and again participated. And when I again shared and participated, one day I felt that I was overshared.