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.

Battered
The loneliness is a violent thing Leaving bruises like lipstick marks on my throat. It's a cruel thing too, clawing across my memories
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Before The Thaw
it stirred like something in a dream as the wind began to blow the windows hazy, marked with steam as the sky began to snow
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Esoteric
My Word - Esoteric. Definition from English Cambridge Dictionary - very unusual and understood or liked by only a small number of people, especially those with special knowledge.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Cycles
And here I sit in the fields of whole grain and grass, Of leaf and clover, where insects and birds chirp to the Evening procession of ‘time’.
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
LOVE POEMS
i carry your heart with me BY E.E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
By Oumaima Jamil2 years ago in Poets
Matrix
You see the world so different, only constants is the change. Don’t think me unrealistic, I’d be shackled in my chains. I’m covered in your blood ‘cause that’s all that still remains
By Desmond Razzano2 years ago in Poets
An Orgasmic Letter!
This must be the cure your laying hips offer that lying lips can’t. You reawaken my dying desire, killed by hands that once felt like love.
By Lazywriter412 years ago in Poets
Lycanthropy
On the night of the full moon, I change to half wolf half man. Then I bring the wicked doom, from those of us who are damned.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
Last Meeting 🤝!
People say, What is bothering you? I say, I am bothered by this! I try to explain to them every time, They think I am something else every time! They think that I am bothered by the fact that Everything in life has gone away from me! But the truth is that Everything in life has gone away from me without even meeting them for the last time! Neither could I talk to anyone, Neither could I thank anyone for the last time, And neither could I answer anyone's questions! Just like this, life went on passing by, We were intoxicated with life, In achieving some other things! We were not even able to meet them for the last time.....
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
visiting myself
In a version of this world built in centuries, I am wise. I may not have spent my time finding the truth of every galaxy,
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Winters Embrace
Winters Embrace In evening's hush, where shadows play, The tender breath of winter’s sway, Glistening whispers, soft and bright,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Void
Empty moments. Silent crescendo. Liminal existence. Once upon a time, In the days when the world was green And no stain on the moon was seen
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets