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.

We Are A Stubborn Bunch
Even as the sun rises and sets Creation cries aloud for something more Love loves and then it seems to just forget Infinity and life are in a war
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Everything Eclipses Everything
ebb and flow come and go light and dark ice and fire past and present sadness, happiness everything eclipses everything
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
With My Own Eyes
When I look into the mirror Searching for that something that I lack A pair of strangers eyes appear Greedily looking back
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Obelisks and Idols
Echoes of Gaia’s abstruse rituals Celestial bodies engaged in a cosmic waltz, as Lice-covered apes below Indulge newfound curiosity
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Poets
ESFJ "The Good Caregivers"
With gentle hearts and spirits warm and bright, The ESFJ, a beacon in the night, Doth weave a tapestry of care and grace,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
ESFJ "The Enchanter Consul"
With gentle hand and heart that knows no guile, The ESFJ, a friend of worth untold, Doth weave a web of warmth, a charming smile,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
The Burning Bush
For Seye Kanes, I tell you A bitter cup is brewed. [-] And yet he stays rebellious For those who never could? [-] This poison of the age,
By M.3 years ago in Poets
Love is a metaphor
Love begins with a metaphor that rules in the contradiction of vows, The one that emphasizes the conditionality one endows
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Four Seasons & Four Moods of Me [Dedicated to The Ones That Know]
1. Ethereal; air breathing and travelling at the supersonic speed of light is where I am Changing, like pain meets pane to reflect, introspect and deflect all the energy you offering, but I aint wanting
By Andrew Little3 years ago in Poets
Little Nights
Don’t dance with me. This is lovers’ music. And tonight My heart’s just a half size too small for you. Those old smiles and sideways words are falling far away.
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Poets
Reality of the 🌎
In times of trouble, I gave up I roam around here and there on these streets. no clothes on the body No friends, no relatives, no bread But now I know the reality of the world.
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
Wilderness-2
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By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets