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.

Caterpillar
I was born with 12 eyes they said it would make it easier to see the light but it only left me inching in a fog hiding from shape-shifting shadows.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Bitter
I'm bitter but better A no quitter Go getter Right down to the letter Go on, call my bluff I chitter On twitter A last minute
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
A Gentle Push Forward
"Maybe you think that motivation is just a collection of words filled with illusions. But I'm quite happy if it can help you a little bit to achieve your destinations." Because sometimes, all we need is not a miracle, but a reminder — that we’re still capable of dreaming, still strong enough to try. Even if the words sound hollow to you now, Let them echo through the walls of your doubt, Until you find your own voice saying, “I’m not done yet.”
By LilY Pagesabout a year ago in Poets
The Stream That Became a Storm
There are stories that live quietly inside us. Not the loud ones. Not the ones you tell at parties. The ones that flow beneath the surface — soft, unseen, and often dismissed.
By Worn Edgesabout a year ago in Poets
She is a Rose
She is a rose. She is love - not always understood, but always felt. She is delicate, but that doesn’t make her weak. It makes her real.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚊
I saw it again. In the corner - just there - no, closer now. A shimmer, thin as a breath, a drip of light from my vein. My vein
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
She Was His Zephyr
she rode the wind like a 747 naturally winged to soar through the sky and he held on tight never able to imagine the life he would live
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
When the Lights Went Out. AI-Generated.
The boat rocked gently, a cradle on the sea, A school trip’s laughter, a fleeting reverie. Beneath the sky, where the horizon kissed the shore,
By Pranay Simha about a year ago in Poets
In The Park
In the Park, when you call my name I hear your voice when you play that song I sing along with you tapping my dapper toes
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
Polar
🪶One came to heal not just one, but all One came to steal just one, created a pall 🪶One came to help teach him how to sing an old song
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Amaranthine Journey
seemingly impossible I heeded the call executed the task you, too, can now follow suit ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. meet me where our expressions expand
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
It's The Little Things
quietly I sit breathing in breathing out as I listen listen as the rain taps the window rhythmically persistently quietly I sit
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets