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.

Monster- Not I. Content Warning.
pay no respects and weep no more for the fallen among us the beasts of old, of deceptive disguise and serpent lies whose greed and desire sought to bring you down so low
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
July Day 4, James 1: 5
In the heat of July, the fourth day sings, A verse from James, profound wisdom it brings. “If any of you lacks wisdom,” it is penned,
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
Dragonfly
I wish I could fly like a dragonfly… Away from this cruel world of humans Away from fakeness, away from knavish cunningness!
By Rabab Toor2 years ago in Poets
My Love and Rain
In the gentle patter of the summer rain, I see her silhouette dancing again. Her laughter, like the raindrops, is soft and light.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Take your last breath.. Content Warning.
Recently I’ve been wondering what it feels like to take your last breath. The pure, utter adrenaline rush as you slowly drift off into death.
By MaKayla 2 years ago in Poets
I AM DONE!!!
Never judge a book by it's cover. Reading the art of war is essential to survive the world. Just because something may look good on the outside doesn't mean it is good for you in the inside. I feel like everything constantly piles up. I'm tired of waiting for people I will get out of shit myself. This is the very definitely the glass is only half full.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Sounds Of The Grave. Content Warning.
* Plastered together with duct tape and hope dazed by bright lights and death Plastered to keep me from feeling the rope
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
July 3rd : Summer Embrace
In July's radiant and sunlit scene, Nature unfurls another chapter, Fields lush with green and skies serene, A vivid world for our hearts to capture.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
The Girl That Was
Look into the eyes of the girl that was, can you see through her deep and empty gaze? She searches for herself in the eyes of others, she longs to hear their praise.
By Jollyoddbod Poetry2 years ago in Poets
Politics in Love
Politics in Love In the realm where hearts and minds conspire, Where the politics of love ignite desire, A dance of power and passion intertwined,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of wanderer
hispers of the Wanderer In cities of stone, where ancient tales are told I find myself lost, with a heart of gold A stranger in a crowd, with a soul astray
By Sanamdeep Singh2 years ago in Poets
mostly ambiguous. Content Warning.
it felt good for a minute, before the crimson sunrise after the calamity. the aftermath not yet calculated and the door slam saved for later,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets