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.
Ode to my bed; my sanctuary... my purgatory
There is no place more unencumbered for the mind to exist than within a bed, so the dreamers say and I agree You have always been there for me
Cat's Cradle
Bokononism? New language; genius story... Not just child's play. At peace with his world... * Thank you for reading!
Kendall DefoePublished 9 months ago in PoetsBook of Blood
This is our book of blood We wish it was written in love We wish it was written in ink But it’s written in lives lost To the drink
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in Poets- Top Story - July 2023
Ode to a Window
This poem is about my dining room window where I could see close to 2 blocks away up a hill and a corner where traffic and people could go 4 ways.
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 9 months ago in Poets Cassandra of Chilton Hall
My love forever resides In the dark recesses Of Chilton Hall. Under the cold damp ground, She rests for eternity. Every night she walks in my dreams.
Mother CombsPublished 9 months ago in PoetsTomorrow Just Called in Sick
Tomorrow just called in sick. Says he’s not showing up. He asked Saturday to cover for him - but that’s going to work.
Stubbornness and Persistence
Fortunate to survive the night time hours, Appreciative of the now dawning light, Plans to sail through the valley of curiosity today,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 9 months ago in PoetsSome Days...
The insane or the holy, The calm or wild release. The days of endless chaos, the nights of healing peace. Some think I have the choice to choose,
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 9 months ago in PoetsThese verses contain math, mention substances, are political, and...
What if we live in the same world But in different coordinate systems? You—in Cartesian, I—in cylindrical. Thus, our life is nothing but
Little coffee cup
Oh little cup I fill you up With coffee in the morning. And when my spirits start to flag Another stops me yawning. O ~ 0 ~ o ~
Raymond G. TaylorPublished 9 months ago in PoetsI...
I... ... I I want to do better I want to be better I I need to do better I need to be better But Better feels hard though
Paul StewartPublished 9 months ago in PoetsOde to the Dust Bunny
I see you as you run For your fuzzy little life Into the corner, every time The AC kicks on You roll and drift and fraternize with the other bunnies
Gerard DiLeoPublished 9 months ago in Poets