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.

ENFP "The Charismatic Helper"
With boundless hearts that brim with warmth and light, ENFPs, the champions of delight, Do weave a world where laughter takes its flight,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
ENFP "The Enthusiastic Visionary"
With fiery wit and heart of boundless cheer, The ENFP, a soul of vibrant sun, Doth weave a world where laughter casts out fear,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
You're Going To Be Sorry
I know what you did I know what you're still trying to do You did a wrong thing Possibly more than one wrong thing, actually
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Poets
Turtle Doves, what the?
Turtle doves, ' the funk are turtle doves anyway? I want to watch them, watch them dance and play Bird of paradise, they seem nice, starlings too
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
He May Have Won the Battle
He wanders the valleys of the lost souls, Within his hand he holds a tonic of wisdom and sanity, Smalls sips withdraw his breath from the breeze,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Preacher Said
Preacher said That humpbacked beast called sin Waits just at the edge of sight. If you turn your back He’s on you, just like that green slime thing
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Poets
Sun Drenched Field
A field of yellow, golden as the sun shining, not one fool basking.
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
" May I Mayo Wish". Content Warning.
In the shadows of a broken home, Where darkness reigned and sorrow roamed, I found solace in a simple delight, A mayo sandwich, my beacon bright.
By Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia Renee 3 years ago in Poets
Compile Your Beliefs
February 4th 2024 11:18am — Compile your beliefs and they will sprout in soil— a glazed despair wrinkled in meditation / sit by the running water / walk home from work and wonder what it is like to be human / torn to bits these desires float but the adjectives do not come naturally anymore / be still by the rear doors / look in the mirrors but do not uphold the person inside / medication cannot hold the hands of derision / shame will bury itself between your ribs / we have known for some time / find solace in ugly things / statuesque ribbon used to tie our wrists together / will they leave bruises? / will they finally ripen in the sun? / will the fruits of ancestors be preserved for my children?
By Olivia Dodge3 years ago in Poets
Stories of time.
These are all stories of time in which the characters are different But this is his words everyone feels It's yours, mine and his but actually in this life These are just signs of time.
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
Judgment
Judgment Ultimately, we never make accurate judgments about each other, but rather are our judgments about how the other relates to the self.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets