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.

This is 30
Three decades down, the road runs wide, Born in '95, life's been a ride. From childhood dreams to teenage fears, Adulthood came and blurred the years.
By V2 years ago in Poets
3/4/25
Falling up to the sky Kiss the moon The swallow’s swoon The clouds cry on the plain Rotting corpses rule the day Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Crazy In Love
he was swept up in the moment she was swept up in his arms she wondered if she loved him or just swept up in his charms he offered her forever
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Little Seed- Poem. AI-Generated.
A little seed, so small and round, Planted gently in the ground. With care profound, it’s tucked away, To wake beneath the sun’s first ray.
By Sujeet M Sonar2 years ago in Poets
A Controlled State Of Mind
We held galaxies in our hands. In that moment, we understood forever. Molding life, changing history. We were forever. Or at least we could be. Glistening street lights shining through the rain on the window. We are human, we are temporary. But I’d like to hope that someday I could live in that moment forever.
By Stevie Jay2 years ago in Poets
"A DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARE DREAM". Content Warning.
I dreamt this nightmare in 2023. I had all these visuals in my head for a week. I decided to create my dream as we are now living in a dystopian nightmare. I confess I added the visuals with rainbows, dancing, and as people laughed and smiled again.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Every Day, I Want to Kill My Landlord
I waited for three hours in the summer for her to arrive amidst emotional turmoil, but nothing foreshadowed a disaster. Yet there were some signs that made me think
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
The Sun Can't Always Shine
The sun can be out but it doesn’t rise every morning, everyone needs someone to lean on. My aunt’s are there for me on the days the sun doesn’t rise.
By Hailee Fulper2 years ago in Poets
The Timeless Beauty of Poetry – A Journey Through Words by Emma Evelyn ✨
The Timeless Beauty of Poetry ✨ Poetry is more than just words on a page—it is an art form that speaks to the soul. It captures emotions, paints vivid pictures, and expresses the inexpressible. Whether through rhythm, rhyme, or free verse, poetry has the power to move, inspire, and heal.
By Emma Evelyn2 years ago in Poets
The Eyes of Duality
Beneath the moon’s soft silken glow, A shadow dances. Hmm... friend or foe? Laughter echoes, sharp and sweet, In every loss is a hidden treat.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
She Rides With the Night
Listen to the song that inspired the AI images that, in turn, inspired the poem. Guardian of the eternal mountain Siren of the dusty cattle range
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
crumb catching
You drop breadcrumbs little tokens of happier times that make me think there might be a trail back to then but they turn to mush
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets