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.

Flowers Walk the Hill
She grows in gardens long neglected by prophets practiced in heartbreak. Gardeners played God with her body; then ate of the roses that grew on her back
By Branden Navedo2 years ago in Poets
100 Ways to Make a Llama Dizzy
100 ways to make a llama dizzy? Curious? Tipping it upside down Maybe blindfolding it, changing its environment From South Australia to Scotland
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Suspension of Disbelief
My windshield wipers just stuttered And I thought that was strange They stopped mid swipe then I looked around and saw Cold drops of rain hung suspended in the air
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
Fields of Light. Top Story - November 2024.
Fields of light… And what do they look like anyways? Rows, bandwidths of flowers, Swaying in a rainbow colored breeze? Sharp and playful bands of color
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
Shadow Man
When it’s night and your lonely move you will see me do, in a black cape so lovely, with a dark top hat too. Your eyes you won’t believe,
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
His Dementia took my life
Left Knife on my heart He forgot; his Dementia Took my life, my loss! . . . Dear You, Thank you from my heart for spending your precious time reading my words.For You: "You're incredible! Never let the doubts of others dim your light. You are one of a kind, and your aura shines brighter than anyone’s."
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Threads of Connection: Weaving the Fabric of Humanity
In every heart, a thread we find, A woven path that ties mankind. With colors bright, in shades of grace, We stitch together this sacred space. From hands held tight in joy or pain, The laughter shared, the love we gain. Through trials faced and stories told, These threads unite, a tapestry bold. Each life a fiber, each voice a song, In harmony where we all belong. The bonds we share, both strong and frail, A fabric rich, in every detail. In moments small, in grand designs, We find our place as love entwines. Through empathy, our spirits blend, In threads of connection, we transcend. So let us weave, with open hearts, A world where kindness never departs. For in this fabric, we discover truth— The beauty of humanity, the essence of youth.
By LucieArt 2 years ago in Poets
Maris’s Lament
By the shore,Maris sits, eyes watery blue, Watching the waves, yearning to renew. "Wouldn’t you rather," the breeze whispers low,
By Cindy🎀2 years ago in Poets
The Heart of Every Page
Blood, sweat, and tears—poured onto a page, Ink-stained fingers marking time, line by line. You give your joy, your sorrow, your rage,
By Cindy🎀2 years ago in Poets
Beneath The Gray Skies
In midst of frost-laden winter, when everything is gray, A golden ray breaks through, chasing the cold away. Like a promise kept, it melts the cold,
By verse voyager2 years ago in Poets
Zombie
We are the infected, we have one thing on our minds. By our hunger we are directed to eat fresh meat all the time. In masses, we come,
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
King Kong
I live on skull island, free, I’m worshipped as a king here. Everything in my realm respects me, or they run in fear. I beat up the dinosaurs;
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets