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.

Beloved
I heard Him calling in the garden 'mongst the trees His singing soothed my soul and brought me to my knees His gentle love filled every single
By Mezmur2 years ago in Poets
The De(s)cent
Stripped away To the last kernel Of self, Nonchalantly tossed Into the foaming sea, A grain of sand lost In salt-soaked ecstasy,
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
graphomania
sleeping is rebelling the logorrhoea makes a shelling invent worlds on company ground for every billion, i keep a pound?
By Essie2 years ago in Poets
Best Friends Forever
When we met, We were shy You were the moon, I was the sky So different yet so alike Eight years strong, we're unstoppable, right?
By Alexander Cook2 years ago in Poets
Love Gone In Fifty
bandaids on bullet holes freshly painted on smiles patching up souls with pure filtered sunshine living the life that she never dreamed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
What I Wish I Knew Before the Last Note. AI-Generated.
I thought a song was endless, That its echoes would outlive the hands That first shaped its trembling chords. But silence is a thief,
By Edison kings2 years ago in Poets
Anaphora and the Solitaire Player
Divide me up for four players—you here, your mother on the right, your sister on the left, your great- aunt across the table—and we
By Hannah E. Aaron2 years ago in Poets
Orbs of Light, Wings of Grace
Orbs of Light, Wings of Grace Through the forest, soft and deep, Golden halos gently sweep. Angels whisper, stars ignite,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Romance
To feel a love so deeply, That it shakes your very soul Can make you feel amazing Can make your heart feel whole To find a loving partner
By ChampionElCid2 years ago in Poets
if I was immortal and didn't know it
If I was immortal and didn't know it I would have lived in every single moment like they counted. If I was immortal and didn't know it,
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
again. Content Warning.
still just a bundle of sticks feeding the fungus and becoming compost or burned in pyres fueling the hunt for witches or because it feels good
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Alright, Enough. Top Story - February 2025.
“That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.” ― Elizabeth Wurtzel
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets