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.

The Woman Who is Part Horse
The woman who is part horse Tends bar these days down at the Diamond Dust. Late on smoky nights When old country and early Elvis tunes
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Poets
The Paradox Girl
A crown of triumph sits upon her head, Success a cloak she wears with practiced grace. Her smile, a sunrise, lights the path ahead,
By Ivan Islam3 years ago in Poets
The Factory
I awoke in the white room, eyes revolting against the harsh light. Flashes of memory hit me, tumbling and sharp like glass in a kaleidoscope.
By Alexa3 years ago in Poets
Claudia
Through the pains and through the griefs Like a farm that has way more weed State of confusion and state of hurt I want to leave but I don't have the gut
By Harydo Neon3 years ago in Poets
ISFJ "The Caring Guardian"
With gentle hand and heart that knows no guile, The ISFJ with Two's soft wing entwined, A loyal soul, with purpose to beguile
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
ISFJ "The Peaceful Protector"
With gentle hand and heart that seeks to mend, The ISFJ, a soul of quiet grace, Doth weave a world where harmony transcends,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
Stand Tall Darling, Your Crown is Falling
Stand Taller Darling, Your Crown is Falling Chin up, you're worth so much more. You were born with light inside your soul,
By Shimnom3 years ago in Poets
From myself.
Come, Today we feel that fight which we always fight From myself. This story is like mine, it belongs to all of you too whom I am telling From your side. the fight is mine And we have to fight too To me, from me. 'I' with in me too 'I' out side me too I am the one who has to fight From this 'I' of mine from me . I have to fight, From my inner devil and thoughts I have to save myself My soul from this devil. But all these fights and stories were not there in childhood. I was quiet in my childhood. these battles began in my youth and keep going forever till the story of my intuition And now it's too much I'm tired of fighting These are our own battles From my side..
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
Be your own muse
Deciphering the odyssey of the absolved glee, I traced the bounty trail of light that no one could see. Embracing the silence of darkness as the solitude danced in the hours of plight,
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Sweet Snacks, Delightful Treats
Sometimes, My childhood moments can be very sweet, every day after school, and every night after dinner. One of the best moments from my childhood were the snacks and treats.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
Snack Time
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Solar Array
The Judgment of Paris is an ancient Greek myth about an event which is said to be the root cause of the Trojan war. Zeus holds a banquet for the marriage of Peleus and Thetis, who would go on to conceive the great hero Achilles. He neglects to invite Eris, the Goddess of Discord, who takes it as a slight.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets