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.
She Worries the Very Essence of the Veil
She twists and turns with the sentiments of her heart, Struggling with the inconsistencies between her sorrow and her hope,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 8 months ago in PoetsFleeting Echoes
For my inexpensive dopamine dose, I trade in hazy thoughts and unsteady knees. It’s a costly exchange,
Charles L.Published 8 months ago in Poets(Α) Before (Ω)
I loved you before there was earth to walk upon. Before, there was a sail above the mast. My heart beat for you. And now you love me.
Oh Mother
Mother... Oh mother... A lovely woman are you not? Mother, oh mother, you provide for not just yourself, but your children you beget of your lot.
Thavien YliasterPublished 8 months ago in PoetsVoyage
Tonight I was taken on a voyage A trip to a new universal realm A palace of love, peace, serenity There I was met by a guide
JasperRei TheArtistPublished 8 months ago in PoetsHowls send chills through the hills
Mischa, the first redhead upon the world's stage Mischa was a young girl at the time of her age When tending the sheep of the family's herd
Thavien YliasterPublished 8 months ago in PoetsTHE GIFT
Be the gift that keeps on giving Handing out Is what we do…. Word of wisdom It’s uplifting Helping others yeah It’s true….
Haychie_ArtistPublished 8 months ago in PoetsGradual Erase
i somehow missed the off ramp and went hurtling into space i left part of my mind way behind at the thought of this gradual erase
Unfulfilled
Unfulfilled In a paltry manner using vulgar words, A stranger sits brandishing slurs near a curb. Wasted time and buried aspirations,
Dan R FowlerPublished 8 months ago in Poetshandle with care
7. Oh my gosh! This can't be. It hasn't even been an hour since I came home and my egg is already broken. Poor Eggy, I wasn't a good father to him. I have to think fast. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. My heart is racing, I gotta make up my mind. The stamp wasn't that intricate. And I'm a pretty good artist if I do say so myself. I go grab an egg out of the fridge and get to work. Slowly and carefully drawing the "stamp" where I remembered it. I think I'll get away with this.
Robbie BalePublished 8 months ago in Poetshandle with care
5. The trip home was the most cautious I've ever been in my life. If they told me to protect a nuclear bomb with my life, I promise you it would gotten home in one piece. Anyone who tried to dap me up or roughhouse like they usually do after school, took an immediate backseat. From this point on, until I reach the deadline, this egg is my top priority. And no one is going to keep me from getting a good grade in this class. Thankfully no one was home when I arrived. Time to prepare Eggy for safety.
Robbie BalePublished 8 months ago in PoetsUnder The Super Full Moon
What I would do to peek behind the veil Just to know if it’s all true To know if you desire me as much as I desire you Under this super full moon, the veil is the thinnest
JasperRei TheArtistPublished 8 months ago in Poets