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.

Where Was The Love
Mom, why did you let your father hit me, yell at me, pull my hair, slap and cuss me? Why didn't you stand up, why didn't you fight, To protect your child, to make things right?
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
The Case Is Now Closed
I made inquiries I was gifted good answers; the case is now closed! Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
Cactus
My feet will touch her my legs will sting like crazy; she’s a spiked cactus! Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
The Prodigal Demon
Dad, you called me your successor, your protege, In your shadow, you led me far astray. The crimes you forced me to commit, heinous and vile, each act, each sin, stole my innocent smile.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Legacy of Love
In the hush of dawn, when the world awakes, And the sun peeks through with golden stakes, A symphony of life begins its play, A timeless dance in the light of day. From mountains high to oceans deep, Where secrets in their shadows sleep, The earth, our mother, gently sighs, With winds that whisper ancient ties. Forests breathe and rivers flow, A pulse that only nature knows, In every leaf and grain of sand, The stories of a boundless land. Yet, in this grandeur we often forget, The fragile threads of life's duet, Where every action, big or small, Ripples through the cosmic hall. So, take a moment, heed the call, To cherish, nurture, one and all, For in our hands the future lies, Beneath the vast, unending skies. Let kindness be our guiding light, In every heart, ignite the night, With love, respect, and hope unfurled, Together, we can heal the world.
By Feumbana Njoya Fatimatou2 years ago in Poets
Turning 12
On the day I turned twelve, the world felt cold, a year older, yet feeling far too old. Bruises hidden, tears I'd learned to hide, My heart heavy, with nowhere safe inside.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Part of the Spell
There are red-eyed Rex's with long lithe lizard tails that wrap around tree trunks, affixing them while they stare out for prey
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Poets
The Devil's Son
Growing up in shadows where light rarely treads. My father, the Devil, with whispers of dread. His pride was a prize, so elusive and cold, A father’s approval, worth more than gold.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Pericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
Pain Becomes Drive
In the quiet, haunting echoes of my mind, The pain you caused still lingers, intertwined. You shattered my trust, left me so frail, But from that sorrow, I learned to prevail.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Why Hurt Me?. Content Warning.
Why Did They Hurt Me? In the quiet hours of night, when shadows loom and linger, I sit alone and wonder, with trembling, tear-stained fingers.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
A Flying Dinosaur
Once there was a creature .. a creature thst it’s quite majestic and mystical… a creature that has been existed for over billion years ago—-
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets