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.

While The World Slumbers
Barefoot and braless; speaks volumes, Dancing with the wind under a full moon, Speaking to the heavens, words of wisdom from those she has lost,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Beyond Beautiful Hearts
I've found myself forgotten - impetuously deserted cast aside like the leaves on the trees almost magically - intentions, magnified
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Mind fresh
To rejoice in and celebrate the joy of God and His creation by uplifting one's soul and spirit in the very act of utterance. A wind of whispering morning dew, The world sprouts to life and new. Golden sun paints emerald leaves, Retrieves peace and canvas the soul. Air fresh, crisp, light, Shed the shadows from night. The chirp of birds, the rustle of trees-- Symphony playing by the soft breeze breathes. Close your eyes and feel the earth, Let calmness settle down and find your turf. The worries dissolve like mist at the sky, A weightless heart starts to fly. So every minute becomes a reset, a restart, To wash out the mind and refresh the heart. Then quiet mind, free spirit awakens the beauty of all we may see. That is why you have to step out so that the stillness will speak, In the soft, simple, meek find strength. This refers to a freshened mind, serene and clear- The making of life we hold dearest.
By Bijan2 years ago in Poets
The End of Free Flight
Clean-shaven and pressed between cologne and suit fabric, Thin as a rail and elegant as a sharpened sword, a metal stick, He stands in the middle of a glass elevator going up to a bleak sky
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
A Mother's Eternal Love
In the depths of the heart, where love resides, A mother's affection shines, a beacon that guides. From the moment of birth, a bond so pure,
By Numan2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse of Shadows and Significance
Enter the night sky, dance with the bright star, encroaching as the tiger is, hidden the dragon will be. Eliasson, the little sun—"Every once in a while, there is a moment in your life, which stands as a marker for something significant. A time of change and evolution or devolution."
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Life Imprisonment
Life Imprisonment I am a man of Ego, Who let many of his own people go, I'm a merciless beast, For this ego missed a lot of feast.
By Nizam Uddin Apou2 years ago in Poets
Do Your Demons Dance
Fussy? Pfft, I am the very definition of fussy, I love my own company, value my peace, Adore the freedom I have to do what, whenever I like,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
When I had yet to pay a price
I thought the sun was blue when I had not the courage to peer beyond its glare and through. - I thought the sea was green
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Christmas Eve. Runner-Up in Holiday Reflections in Verse Challenge.
❄️ Bubblegum and sweet goodbyes Christmas wrap and stars Calendars and sparrows fly From when to where we are Baseball cards and carousels
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
It’s Snowing. Top Story - December 2024.
It’s That Time Of The Year, When The Magic Falls From The Sky… I Remember Being A Kid, I’d Stare Out The Window And Watch.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Phases
The darkness is over Rain clouds have dissipated The light at the end was not a train but clear blue skies Sunlight! Thank God!
By Moni Staxx2 years ago in Poets