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.

A Flame Within
Her heart, her soul, feels sad and low, It seems like others' faith has flown. But deep inside, her spark still glows. She's scared but keeps holding on.
By V2 years ago in Poets
Love Me
Love me Love me now Love me later Love me drunk on happiness Love me sober on hard times Don’t ever let this be over Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Dear Flower Child
Dear flower child, With eyes of blue and cheeks of red, You shift between the light Of undying truth, As if it lives trapped inside The oceans of your eyes Forever flowing toward me. Although your cheeks will eternally turn away, I hope you find yourself reflected All along the upstate banks- Not only in water but in ripe season, In every tree's fractal leaves Down to the tiniest vein, Tracing it back to some lucidious reason Growth could ever come to be If we're constantly In a state of both branching and breaking… Dearest flower child, With a heart pumping stardust Into your perfect cherry lips Kiss with love tender memories of Who you thought you were back then Not a failure in the sky, For the art of you is too complex To be confined by ideas like A vulture’s definition of success Or every way their projections Have made you feel like less. I hope you find the strength To burn down that old house inside your chest… I hope you howl at the dark moon and find She was ever made to prove to the night Our Sun must rise again. I hope you listen to the birdsongs every daybreak. With reverence, each melodic bid Will also let all of Gaia know It's safe again to raise our restless lids, Breaking through the most human threats That have always corrupted our shaking heads, While I'm a world away, Still and observing, hoping We both hear the way Every bird's verse is weaving The face of god with every weft. But even Beethoven knew, Down to his dying breath, You will only truly hear what you believe. I've always been a flower child. I learned young how to sink into the dirt, Wondering if the best use of my bones Would be to give them back unto the earth. With my paper skin revealing veins of blue, When we first met, I was the stoner girl Playing all the saddest tunes, Never louder than the fiery smile I worked so hard to maintain. Back then I identified with rainy days, So soft I could remain, Because once upon a time I told me, "Stop burdening them with your pain! Be the tiny dancer you were born to be!" And through every crack of thunderous rain My body swayed, preaching to the clouds As if a lightning strike could turn me Into a saint, If only it meant I could forgive the sinners Who took my love away, Dissolving every notion of cause, effect, Or fault under these stars, Praying all the wisdom of a sage Could make me content With our bodies never being ours…
By Alina Kay2 years ago in Poets
False Flag
We’re all tired of this The braggadocious actors in our theater The false flag notions of progress The boiling oceans of hate and dissent
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Love Of A Father
Daddy said when I was little, boo - "You are the stars up in my sky... Do not except less for you, From any other guy." But you taught me that
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In Another Parallel Spectrum
The sweet blind beauty of the horizon Plagues the serene ocean sky Like an advocate of inexplicable colorism Each pattern of gratifying sketches molds a sentimental treasury, Like a flawless hand-crafted medulla with a sequence of DNA systems in correlation with scattered offsprings, that hang at utmost fruition from the barrier between life below and above while illuminating interdimensional indexes. With identical attributes when compared to a sacred museum, like an artist's palette, the cremated wall of history is filled with ciphered theories. The everlasting eternal runaway From the source of creation to the amplitude life-span of the human tale. Further relinquishes the decernment of a diabolical evolution. How intrusive is it to journal down this generational dilemma? Above the atmosphere lies the principle of a harmonious energy, capable of resisting electromagnetic disruption The constant flow of teleported electricity, encrypted with resourceful wisdom only broken down by the encapsulated mind within its range of Thought. The assimilation of the minds currency is further enrolled to divine oneness A potential demigod manifests into a metaphysical realm defying all laws of physics. The birth of reincarnation surfaces on the universal parable The alignment of mutuality amidst the gravitational sphere is formed like a compound word, a mixture of divine sacrifice and mortal morality is summoned to confinement of Time.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
Parasites
I saw her on TV We looked nothing alike With her manicured nails And long blonde curls The camera lights Framing her shirt
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Veins Like Rivers Flow
A tendril of rage courses through veins tainted blue blood Thorns extend through limbs gone slack Roots split off in every direction mindlessly seeking
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Forest's Lullaby: A Peaceful Escape into Nature. AI-Generated.
In the hectic pace of modern life, finding a peaceful escape is paramount for maintaining mental and emotional well-being. One such escape lies in the heart of nature, amid the whispering leaves and the gentle rustling of the forest. Aptly described as the "Forest's Lullaby," this serene sanctuary offers a refuge from the relentless demands of daily life, providing tranquility and a profound connection with the natural world. This essay explores the myriad ways in which the forest serves as a peaceful retreat, fostering relaxation, rejuvenation, and a deeper appreciation for the environment.
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Emerald Embrace: A Poetic Ode to the Forest. AI-Generated.
Emerald Embrace: A Poetic Ode to the Forest In the heart of the world, where the whispers of nature breathe life into every corner, lies the forest—a mystical realm of emerald wonders. The forest, an ancient and steadfast guardian, cradles the earth in its verdant arms, offering solace and sanctuary to all who venture within. Here, beneath the towering canopies and amidst the labyrinthine pathways, one is enveloped by an ethereal embrace, a serenade of rustling leaves and murmuring streams that speaks to the soul.
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
The metamorphosis of desperation into a field of dandelions
The dramatism of the mortal bane elapsed in its stillness to be, In the pleas of eternal metamorphosis, I wished for the darkness to engulf me.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Counseling
Not for nothing, nothing always turns out into something. If life’s a lesson then the lesson is to push some buttons. It’s depressing how a blessing can hinder expressing,
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets