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.

Two Sides of One Story. Top Story - December 2024. Content Warning.
One asks questions; the other sets things in motion Both inhabit a world of strong women Psychotherapy and fashion Psychotherapy and crime novels
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
And with that, the 2024 season comes to an End
I discovered my love for 'WRITING' when I was 13But I found the spirit in me this year I knew I was growing more than I shouldBut how much I did grow; I realized this year
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Dancing Rhythms
Joyful rhymes enter inside the blood flowing in the veins.Chattering, the new siren sounds of our new times begin life in pieces of our body. Shining showers of happiness in the obsessed body. Eyes are painted with new glows of the new, shining, bright lights lying horizontal. Beautiful feeling entering into our life, filling the void of our erosion with fulfilling passions.
By Anket Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Many String Theories
Break Cause love is violent and self care is toxic The food is useless and tasteless; they lost meaning As much as the rain slashing into a pool,
By KuroHoshi2 years ago in Poets
Emotional Roulette
Let it in, all those emotions you feel. How anger wants to burst in and out of thick brick walls Walls begging to break! break! break!
By Jui Han2 years ago in Poets
Staring into the Void
Standing at the edge staring off into space Wishing that life wasn’t such a vacuum Forcing me to take stock of the nothingness before me
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Anchored
Unable to soar An anchor held in its place Longing for current
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Depths Of Grief
My bones feel the ache Searching for me, six feet deep Only to wake up
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Decay in Bloom
Dusk clouds dark’ning yellow Their edges out of focus Just like an ancient photograph In the flower of decay Like the fire within ashes
By Saint Fear2 years ago in Poets
Not a Word
I don’t care if it’s not a word I’m using it You heard If the antonym is real Then by god I’ll use anything that sounds right
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hacker
Rewriting the code To get rid of memories we hold Of times we scold Fearing the cheering of holidays And birthdays delight
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You’re my Drug
You’re my my drug You’re my Dopamine dreams Raving romance Unimaginably uplifting Giddily giggling Together in the moonlight
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets