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.

Oneirodynia
They laid me to sleep in a coffin made of glass lined with velvet apologies thinking I'd dream of oceans or forgiveness
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Daydream
Her fingers softly trace his ear and down his jawline, across his lips and down his neck and her hair spills across him . She presses her hand down his shoulder to his arm, all the way to his fingertips, and he feels his breath stolen. She's a thief..
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Day of Papier-mâché!
When I think of her, sometimes, my whole milk curdles and gives me a whole lot of problems in my glass during breakfast. Maybe, it could be make it into cottage cheese.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Burning Eden
VERSE ONE The glaciers weep in reverse now, love— their tears pooling in the cracks of your coffee cup. You sip the meltwater of a dying epoch,
By Ramjanul Haque Khandakarabout a year ago in Poets
Ancient Roots
Our roots are so trees we forgot Especially our love for nature We say nature, always nature Because we came from nature and we need to protect it
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
The Light of My Soul.
You are infinitely fond of, My heart filled with wounds, When you drowned my heart. ------ Through storm and sun, night and day,
By Sandeep Sahooabout a year ago in Poets
Fourth wing poem
The bonds between a dragon and a rider voices in my head are never clear Warnings can still be warmer I would love if there were any
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
No Broken Bones
I have been brokenBut my bones are intact Words that were spoken Can’t be taken back The scars that I bear May not be seen on my skin
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Girls just wanna have fund$
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Caterpillar
A small caterpillar rested on a leaf. Eating and eating, Learning about the world. 🐛🦋 Up above, an old butterfly sat
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
This Fake Smile
This fake smile after awhile it just shrugs off until I get on one and get pissed off for my pain is everlasting I throw it out with a line casting
By Blake Robertabout a year ago in Poets
Mother
🌸 Mother 🌸 When You Came Into This World You brought the light, You taught me to see the difference Between wrong and right.
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets