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.

Alive outside.
What kind of patriarchy system is this? someone is moving away from me i'm dying inside But he is pretending to be alive outside.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Adult Actors & Actresses Acting Abnormally Afflicts Adolescents' Apperception and Attention
Sometimes we're afraid to let go Of the ones we cherish the most Cause we're afraid of the harm That can be caused When they allow others to get in
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Legs' Locals Lost Linguistic Language
Some joke Others complain That their bodies seem to have A 2nd Brain Yet, when we formed The sexes were born Things were good for a time
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Position Pinpointed
With gifts from the gods, in her cave he did sneak. Scared he was, but never was he weak. Leaving his sandals, to not have the leather snapping.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Bountiful Beans Bring Bounty
Jack Spriggins sold his cow for three beans. The bean stalks should've provided wealth beyond their means. Shouldn't giant stalks save England from starvation?
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Fruit's Forbidden Flesh Fetches Flawed Falling
What if the events that took place during Genesis were from the events of someone venomous? With the truth humanity has always grappled.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Even with the Lantern
Our forefathers worked meticulously in the still of the night, beneath the African sky, with extraordinary desires. In obscurity, our parents struggled for their privileges while following their dreams, involving lights as their reference points.
By Vopnu, Adomale Monday2 years ago in Poets
Fragments of a Dream
Against the ever-expanding void, Where the light meets the dark, there is a small mellow filled with the most vibrant petals you'll ever find.
By Rachael Anra2 years ago in Poets
I Choose The Bear
* It took some time for me to see it the way you skillfully erode a thought You paint a picture of you as a misfit carefully sneaking into my blind spot
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
On the Fringe
Deep in the shadows, where the veil grows thin There dwells a woman, still a child within She dances on the fringe where the wildflowers sway
By Nichole Campbell2 years ago in Poets
Jumping The Line
It is a fine line Between real and make believe Which side do you stand
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Sweet Dreams
Should slumber take me While I am peacefully lost dreams live forever
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets