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.

womb shadow woman
Synchronized hierophant I've been misplaced Waste no time with those with no taste Deep within that womb held plenty shadow
By Amourè Deezyy2 years ago in Poets
Whisper of the Night: The jasmine's Tale
In the calm of the evening, where the stars murmur mysteries Furthermore, the moon's silver light moves upon the earth, A sensitive scent winds through the air,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
I'm Comfortable here!
Waves lap one another as the sun kisses my skin, The taste of Pineapple juice is no sin, Sweet voices in the air as the seagulls sing,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
A Melody of Tears: A Song for a Lost Friend
In the hush of night, where shadows lie, A melody of tears escapes a cry. A symphony of sorrow fills the air, A broken heart's lament, a whispered prayer.
By Ivan Islam2 years ago in Poets
The Adversary: Hans
I am little bit in disbelieve, Am I alive or am I dead? I am aware enough to see no pillars beneath me, Perhaps this is purgatory?
By House September 2 years ago in Poets
I Sit alone .
I sit alone for hours I keep telling my own stories to myself. What is wrong and what is right? I just keep thinking this. The sound of the cuckoo behind and the roar of flowing water in front. I just keep listening in my ears. I don't feel like leaving from one's own freedom where should I go leaving this behind On one hand this is freedom where I am the only one, I live within myself. If I go away from here So I don't know why? fill your mind with strangers I remain a slave.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Little Love
Most of the time we aim for big things, But we don’t understand the power of little things. Something as small as eyes can capture a big universe,
By Lazywriter412 years ago in Poets
The Persistence of Memory
The arrow of time keeps pointing forward… or is it? If the gods wanted to for once and for all torment humanity, it would be enough to make them conscious of the trespassing of dimensions. Change. Time.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
Because Randy Asked Me To
Slicing through the canvas Dancing on the stars Catching the breeze before us So grace glides to where we are Meeting in the middle
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
the law of the land
few full bellies gorge most beg at their feet to then share the dirty crumbs
By Luiza Araujo2 years ago in Poets
A World Of Wonders
Old fashion feelings Playing tricks on the mind A box full of darkness And heart of sunshine True methods of madness Balancing cruel and kind
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
A Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets