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.
Beautifully Fearful
I’m fearful of God, but I’m still in total awe. Stuck with a wide jaw. *** I’m certain he’s real. I’ve seen hell and made it back.
Real PoeticPublished 8 months ago in Poets💚BARBIEBOY💙🚶
Hesitate before you Walk Breathe in - - Breathe out (PAUSE) Make sure you Like you Before You Wonder If they
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 8 months ago in PoetsMidnight Summer Dream
In response to James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge by way of Ashley Lima’s Submerged writing submission. I bring forth a tale of wistful dreaming. ***Erotica*** For mature readers.
Does This Place Even Exist?
Hey, Brenton, Can you get me the directions to "anywhere, but here" I've been lost with misdirection for almost 6 whole years
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsMiracle Soup
When you look at a butterfly Her delicate wings fluttering with bright colours Do you forget that miracle doesn't just mean lucky
L.C. SchäferPublished 8 months ago in PoetsFalling Up
Loathing thoughts of woe is me, tailored in a suit stitched with my heart for sleeves. I ask for strength to carry on, or at the very least, eyes to see
Jeffrey SparksPublished 8 months ago in PoetsDream
Dream In the dark, we blindly search, In the fog, we seek, In the distance, a light shines, It is the call of our dreams.
Exploding sun
What happens when sun dies earth never stop its cries to manage the moon tries oh, my dear exploding sun you're a phoenix of fire
Hot Bowl Time Machine
Small and delicate pasta in a ceramic bowl Subtle, but comforting flavour But more... - Since HG Wells wrote The Time Machine
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in PoetsOnce I Was
This was written for James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza. The prompt: The Break Out of Your Cocoon Challenge 🦋
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 8 months ago in Poetshandle with care
6. I sit the egg down on the kitchen table. I was so parched I had to go get something to drink. I hope this stress doesn't get to me too much. I want to end this challenge with at least a little calmness. Just need to practice my breathing exercises. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out. Okay now I feel better. Let me take that back, I spoke too soon. I tripped on the stump of the doorway and I landed on the table. The same table holding my egg. I slowly watch Eggy's guts splatter everywhere.
Robbie BalePublished 8 months ago in Poets(I Am) Mancini
i am Mancini but nobody knows like nobody knows i’m a phoney nobody knows where nobody goes got no time for that far fetched baloney