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.

Here I breathe
Here I breathe, Lost, alienated, lonely. There was the land I bequeath, Here I breathe, Not on the soil nor beneath. There I see a gloomy wreath,
By Mehrfam 2 years ago in Poets
Elfin Royalty
Pointed eared beauty With your silver hair flowing Reflecting moonlight 🎑 Royal cheekbones and Eyes of a vibrant dark blue
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
CATALYST
It always takes something or someone to drive change No one wants to give the credit when the change was a positive one, though
By Drea Shakur2 years ago in Poets
untitled and dirtied = existence
it's the dirt, it sticks it's ours, mine, yours, it's old, new it's existential
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Crypt
I'm crawling out of this crypt with a heaviness To my bones and soul that wasn't there When I first came down here for a little nap.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
The Road Back Home (A Prodigal’s Psalm)
[Verse 1] With a sprinkling of dust on my sandals, And with a sack brimming with wealth, I left my father's fields in search of an unknown world.
By Yourd3glamour2 years ago in Poets
Patchwork
I stare at these walls of haphazard rooms filled with mismatch things a life once broken stitched together with bits and pieces
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Don't Cry
Don’t cry You never knew them They were never human Nothing but a glimmer A thought Of something you sought Just a thought
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Inspiration
feel the pulsating raw, living thing a poem is start to fade away under the frantic stabbing of my rage it shanks like the caged
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
The Eternal Gaze of Sonder
There is beauty in the world we see, the sky gleams through the radiance of the evening hues of the sunset. The train halts at the destination that glistens with the hustle and bustle of different travellers who are on a quest, some to find peace, joy, and excitement and others to find a purpose.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Stairway
As you read the poem, enjoy the song that inspired the image, which, in turn, inspired the words. There’s a stairway That only goes one way
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
We Smile Still
though the rain forgets to pour the stars we wish upon find forest floor we smile still - though the memories of loved ones fade
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets