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.

Things Better Left Unsaid
What I mean when I say: "Yeah, thanks...I'm fine" (and then, silent, again) **** * It's an easy answer to a question I believe, you don't really want to know the answer to.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
My Storm Maiden
Lightning flashed as the hailstones smashed and torrents splashed against the rattling windows and doors. Startled, I screamed, dropping my favorite crystal teacup, shards of clear Czech crystal skittering across the barren wood floor of white pine, well-worn. As I kneeled to retrieve the pieces of wet glass, the storm raged on, and the window above me lit with a double flash. Suddenly, I saw her, the Maiden of Storms; I knew my love had finally returned.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Musing Of Silence
still, in the moonlight where the shadows come play stirring in the dark night whispering my name I lay in the silence to scared to call out
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
When Forward Is The Only Way
Watch it burn Let it go Live and learn Gain control Burn the ships Conquer the world Fire the bridge With flags unfurled
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Journey-2
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Your Own Light
In a world of voices, loud and wide, Opinions crash like shifting tide. One says too much, one says too small, Another says it's wrong to stand tall.
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
Time as Liquid
Time as Liquid They fell slowly at first, brought on by the scraping of knees that landed hard, bitten by dust and playground pebbles.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
he rides a pony. Content Warning.
hide and speak. you find me, forgetting i'm not lost and i don’t need saving. i am authentic at any cost except myself.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
B u t t o n
Button to beam, too bright to bear. Button to hush the sun I wear. Button to dim what blinds the room. Button to bloom, then back to gloom.
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Fire and Fury (and Something More)
As I sit, looking at the sun rise over a wet and dreary Paisley, I think about death, about loss— about Dad, and those who faced
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Broke (en)
cigarettes and sipping jack never really were my thing givin' idle threats and talking smack so we remember what you think
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Almost, At First Sight
* We trip over the urge of feeling alive like it's something that could be discovered But desire sees love, with fate's mismatched eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets