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.

Paradoxes of Mortality/Paradoxes of Morality. Content Warning.
the explosive excitement Banality of reality photographs, snapshot lies Security in anality the floor shaking passion Fatality of futility
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Slow Motion. Content Warning.
This feels like hell. I do not wish to be in this position again. I feel like I’m going to explode from the amount of things I’ve kept.
By Hypothetically_No2 years ago in Poets
Naughty Beans
Naughtiest brown bean, grounded up for my pleasure, ready for a swim.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
love you
O Land of Green Ceremonies, love you O land of chirping birds, love you O land of independent dreams, love you O Land of Rabindranath Kazi Nazrul, love you love you country A country that is independent in exchange for 30 lakh martyrs, The motherland of the river, I love your country. love you country Salam is the land of Jabbar's martyrs. Free country of red green, My homeland is my country.love you country English rulers or Pakistani convicts, Can't take possession of you, O country. you are my country love you country You are my beloved country. You are everyone's favorite. Bangladesh is an independent country.
By Mohammad Dihanul Alam Khan 2 years ago in Poets
Farmer brother
Whose job is to produce crops for us,He is our farmer brother, For which we can eat rice, He is our farmer brother. In the hot summer sun, and, The monsoon rains, Cultivation that does, He is our farmer brother. morning and evening work, In that sweaty rice, that doesn't stop That is our farmer brother. Take home with a smile, In that festival of Navanna, harvest man, Our farmer brother. Learning to improve, In an area of the village, The man who cultivates, He is our farmer brother.For which we today, Bengali with fish and rice, For which Bangladesh today, A major agricultural country, That is our farmer brother.
By Mohammad Dihanul Alam Khan 2 years ago in Poets
Intermittent Explosive Disorder
*A Poetic Review* ** strapped and patched and hanging on normal and ordinary gone hiding behind social facades when irritated goes beyond
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Bones Are Good
Made my way out, late on a Friday my friends all say, they think it's time A local bar, a private party ice cold patron and a couple limes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Much Room for a Mushroom
In the forest's hush, I secretly bloom, A mushroom I am, in twilight's plume. Beneath the ferns where fairies play, I sprout in shadows, both night and day.
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
On storming with self-love in July
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Understanding. . Content Warning.
On Tuesday, July 2, in a district named Hathras in the Indian state of Uttar Pradesh, more than 150 people lost their lives due to stampede in a congregation.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Sunrise Poem
6/26/24 10:21pm You may struggle to admire the tree-blistering love inside of me a self-inflicted ache between each rib but I’ll write it out each morning before you wake
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
unfinished business. Content Warning.
the log in my eye the shadow i see from the mob comes for me light grows at the eventual horizon to give my unfinished business back to me
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets