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.

The Illusion
Time is an illusion. The illusion is time. Time is not my master-- The mastery is mine.
By Sandra Renee5 months ago in Poets
A Villanelle for my friend . Content Warning.
There is a cry deeper than you or me. It comes from a depth that’s darker than soot. It comes from a place that’s sweet like iced tea.
By Francis Carter5 months ago in Poets
Fear Keeps Me . Content Warning.
Some days I creep up on it To the Edge of here and there Scrape my skin, holding it together When all that holds me here is fear
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
This pain wont last. Content Warning.
When I lay my head to sleep at night, I always have the same dream where I need to fight to save my own life, stuck on memories that are no longer mine.
By Whitney Louise5 months ago in Poets
Boy In The Wind
I was just a silly boy with dreams, that grew into ambitions. With a mind of my own, I created my own goals. The Line of Temptations Is Vulnerable.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 months ago in Poets
Me and You
I leave with a heavy heart: Every time I say goodbye it saddens me to see the tears behind your eyes, and I hate to bring you pain.
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Then And Now
I Recall The First Moment, when I whispered into the wind, Do you Really Love Me? Reverently, We Echoed Through The Difficult Times, And, Although I May Get Shocked 😲 By Actions And Outcomes, Somehow I Stand Beside The Melody Of Hope. Don't Hold Back, When You Could Be Making It Real... Let's Make The Most Of This Partiality Before This Is Over... I Remember Feeling, Tumaceous and Sublime, Underneath Your Rainbows and Snuggled Inside Your Thug Passion. I Have Memories Of My Leftover Memories Of Missing You Physically... Throughout Alterity, Admiration, Stands As, Our Universe - Every Night I Dreamed A Hearty Fling, I Kissed Your Lips And We Combined Like Milk And Ice Cream... I Lay Awake On A Saturday Night, Falling Into The Deepest Thoughts Of Our Future... Home Alone, Left With My Solitude, I Stand Facing My Reflection In The Bathroom Mirror, Thinking, What's Cometh?
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 months ago in Poets
I See You In The Light
*** haunted by your beauty as the light reveals your shadow another day drifts by, its duty is to teach the things I need to know
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets
Horse and the fly
I have walked these roads again and again Longing for love and those I might call friend But the paths set before me are not easy to endure
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Falling. Content Warning.
I’m drifting through life slowly and calmly. I sometimes forget that I’m on a high-speed goose chase. It’s coming to haunt me, it’s getting closer to me.
By Jay Jaeger5 months ago in Poets
There He Goes...
He Breathes Softly As His Chest Becomes My Pillow... I Sleep In His Arms As His Love Comforts Me... He Claims My Heart, And Washes My Doubts Away... I Love His Vibe, and I Thrive From His Energy... I Soar Above The Sky, While He Stands In His Masculinity, Steadily Grounding Me... He Whispers In My Ear, Adorable Words, and He Kiss Me Sweetly... In His Eyes I Can See Where His Passion Lies... I Want Him To Be All For Me! I Asked The Universe, "Is this something tangible or make-believe? 🤔 😕 😔 🙃 😐
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 months ago in Poets
Heralding the Hover-Screens [~]
A new invention changed everything: the Hover-Screen. No more hand-held devices… now a floating projector beams up a translucent screen right at eye-level.
By Gabriel B. Shames5 months ago in Poets