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.

Whispers of Eternity.
As the night grows silent, murmurs begin to grow. The weaving of a dream taffeta starts. Heavenly stars, silent observers of tears,
By Eddycruz19 2 years ago in Poets
Whisking Wonders - A Cool Creation
In the pantry, I stand. Happily raiding for Ingredients. Eggs, vanilla & milk we're trading. Sugar, cream & fruits we're picking.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Strange Fruit. Content Warning.
Strange fruit hangin' In the Georgia breeze From the Poplar trees They tell us Avert our eyes We’re too young To see the bruises
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
She is the epitome of poetry
This poem has not mastered herself in literature, Neither has read many grammar textbooks. She doesn’t know how she looks.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Deep Blue
They say she is of the deep blue. For an ocean lies within her heart; a vast depth of the beautiful, dark, mysterious unknown. A world of insight in which you will never truly come to know or understand. It is much too large and undefined, because she'll either push you afloat gently with her grace or crush you with empowering waves of deceit.
By Reagan Jensen2 years ago in Poets
The Cute Guy
Man, that's a cute guy, i wouldn't mind going out with him, or would i? He's definitely charming, that's for sure, but is he the kind of guy i want to date, I'm no sure.
By George Hall2 years ago in Poets
Life Can Be Hectic
Life can be hectic, at times But that doesn't mean it's bad, or does it? thought it could easily be seen that way you should be aware
By George Hall2 years ago in Poets
Substance Abuse
Let's forget Just for a little bit Take a little sip Take a hit Let's make this night last forever Pour yourself over me
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
Petals. Top Story - June 2024.
I tore off your petals. Shoved them in my throat. I choked and choked and choked Until I managed to swallow down The poison in the pretty pink petals of you.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
lost in translation (10)
Yea you already know In the years that followed, Tanya's notes and the ancient tablet remained locked away, a testament to her journey.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
lost in translation (9)
As the days passed, Tanya struggled to rebuild her life. Her memory was fragmented, but she clung to the notes she had written, using them to piece together her identity.
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets
lost in translation (8)
She had to stop before there was nothing left of her. With a heavy heart, Tanya wrote her final message: "Thank you for the knowledge. I must say goodbye."
By Robbie Bale2 years ago in Poets