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.

FLEXING . Content Warning.
Even though I’m quiet pow Wanna start a riot now? We can start It right now With the light I’m bright how? Flexing on my rhymes though
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
What should I write next...
How many complications are there? understand this just before that It increases further. try to solve I do it every moment and every day but these complications increases before it can be resolved We are tired of trying to solve things. Now it seems that Death is my only help now But perhaps even death doesn't know about me. I can't understand anything after this What should I write next...
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Hold on just yet
After losing her parents, Anaya felt that she was living her life in an oblivion She lost her interest in her day to day activities, and felt the world around her moving too fast.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A letter to my younger self
In the precipice of who I am today, There was a girl who would sit and pray. The one who believed in the mighty blue, This is a letter to me , a letter to you.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Opposition
First published in route 7 review, Utah Tech University, December 2019 It is in opposition that I suspend between Helios and Jupiter
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
Sand in the Sahara
Sand in the Sahara sifts like a sidewinder Sand in the Sahara sings whispers to the stars at night Sand in the Sahara dances with the wind undulating downward toward the valleys and upward toward the peaks
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
I am the sea whose wombs
I am the sea in whose wombs the pearls lie hidden.. Did they ask the diver about my shell? Oh, woe to me, I am afflicted and my virtues are wearing out.., even if the medicine is powerful, I suffer worse not feeling well.
By el hariti adil2 years ago in Poets
Sand Castles
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Eroded Paths
If time would not erode the lives that we are livin And the wind carried the loads of the things that we've forgiven Could we paint us a picture
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I blame my friend poem
I blame my friend and this is impossible That friend, I love what is said seems very sensible This is a very beautiful statement what he just said
By el hariti adil2 years ago in Poets
Spirits' Blessings
Spirit Blessings Torrents of rain upon my bed, While dreams splash about nothing said. It’s that kind of night again things waking me,
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
Who Am I?
When I was little, I played this Game, I walked to school and imagined that Nothing was Real. Or Was It? I Imagined that the Concrete of the Streets was Liquid,
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Poets