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.

A Prayer for Dawn
I feel the stillness of the air, A silent whisper, soft and rare. I question, God, what holds us back, From pathways leading to the track
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
Tire Streaks
Another go at D.K.'s challenge. Huge thanks to her once again for creating it, and warmest congratulations on making an impact. We wouldn’t have seen the recent Leaderboard announcements from Vocal without her efforts.Readers: be sure to check out the Vocalite Manifesto series and see the legacy she’s left behind!
By Dalma Ubitzabout a year ago in Poets
Nobody Cares About Anyone
Ego is never a good formula for peace For those of us in the real world Everyone has to earn a living To persist on fighting for survival
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Jabberwocky
Your tongue is tied, cramped from its labor: lip-service and laments, twisting prophecy from parking tickets, doom from unloaded dishwashers.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A Litany for Survival
for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love in doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
The Hollow King and the Stag
The first crown was not gold but bone, not forged but softly grown— a weight of branch and velvet bloom where no head but his own
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil. Content Warning.
Pookie is my niece. We are starting a podcast based on the paranormal. We will talk about firsthand experiences and beyond. This is our promotional video with music by Vicki. The characters are from my prompts given to LTX Studios. I wrote the song, created the video. This will be a fun podcast exploring the Paranormal. Pookie and I will share our 6th sense gifts with you.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Freed Consciousness
My mind wears a collar, but the leash lies loose behind. They tried to straighten my spine— mold it into silence, teach it a foreign grammar of obedience.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
Joy Unbound
just as the last blast of heat runs out of gas underneath my coated canvas sheet you give another hearty yank sending the flame shooting
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow— You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream;
By The Learning Ledgerabout a year ago in Poets
Into The Deep . Content Warning.
Things I never say * * I take off my sweatshirt My socks and my shoes That have covered the hurt I’ve got nothing to lose
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
APES
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By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets