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.

Sausage Party
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Complaint
People have a lot of complaints against me, I just hear them and sit dryly. As I'm unable to make their complaints flee, I only think what can I do actually.
By Nizam Uddin Apou2 years ago in Poets
bound to everything that ive lost
im a ghost made of dust the dead skin that falls off forget about—me now before we fall apart i still am bound to everything that ive lost
By PacificHailie2 years ago in Poets
Don't let them know your damn weakness. Content Warning.
There are times when your gun shoots you Sometimes shooter is the child you grew And he is someone you can't even sue Don't cry in sadness, there's nothing you can do
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Acceptance Meets Prince Charming [In Honor of My Freedom Road]
1. Different, abnormal they said that I needed to be fixed Many years and many tears, led to Me hiding every chance of every
By Andrew Little2 years ago in Poets
Into The Void
There's a hole in the ceiling that my thoughts can escape through Deep into the void they are altered and skewed They dance and they mingle
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Potion of UniVERSE
Happiness has its own substance, essence captive in small glasses, ordained by calendars, aroused in time loops; Conjunctively we form potion of uniVerse
By Stefanie Stancu2 years ago in Poets
Will of the people
We should stand united Clearly the world is divided Faith suffers slings and arrows Those who believe the margin is narrow
By Gregory Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Autumn Breeze
It came like an autumn breeze, gently caressing my golden locks, the scent of cinnamon reminded me of the first day, the day was warm, filled with joy and tenderness.
By A.Petrovski2 years ago in Poets
To Sunderland; I Leave My Heart
1. Beautifully bodacious & blooming, but sultry in His approach, that is how He hesitantly hovered over My quiet spirit, until I found Myself drawn to every rhythmic wave of his harmonious hands taking the melodic sound down through His sensual shoulders, then releasing the next move with climatic collisions and precision so His hips made the decision to ignite this hypnotic process all over again.
By Andrew Little2 years ago in Poets
Verses of the Soul
Poetry is an ancient art form, yet it remains a vibrant and evolving medium in contemporary society. Modern poets continue to push boundaries, experiment with language, and express the complexities of the human experience. This article delves into the world of modern poets, exploring their unique voices, themes, and the impact they have on readers and the literary landscape.
By Sazeeb Chowdury2 years ago in Poets
People Pleasing
They hate me But adored you. They say I've changed And don't act the same. Upset because I say no Instead of pleasing them
By Andre The First2 years ago in Poets