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.

Dying of the language
even.s.miple.communication...we.fail.at.miserbl.bastardising.the.language#rappdfiredeathofthespokenwrittenword(errortypoacronym).weuse-r.eplacing.itwith.lols.(broken)emojismemesand.smalltalkshorthand.platitudesand.meaningless-gbbrsh.wemustfightfightfightagainsthedyingofthelanguage
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
You-8
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By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Bird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Destruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Good Bye
poem In twilight's gentle, fading glow, A bittersweet farewell we sow. The sun dips low, the stars arise, A tear escapes, a fond goodbye.
By Waqas Ashraf3 years ago in Poets
INFJ "The Individualist Advocate"
Within their depths, a world unseen resides, Where introspective thoughts in silence weave, INFJs, with gentle souls, their purpose hides,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
Dear Ego,
Dear ego, I am tempted to start by saying, "Hello, it's me." That line worked millions for Adele, but I doubt it will work for your pride, my dearest.
By Ivy Brownie3 years ago in Poets
Looking For Madness
step into the abyss of being linger lost in the lust of unknown where meaning has lost its meaning roaming listlessly here, all alone
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Love. Top Story - March 2024.
I cast my cares and ascend into the heavens; Love awaits me there. As I trail the stars, the light of the sun illuminates my body, and I am reminded of hot summer days spent walking through sunlit meadows; listening intently to the voice of Love reverberate through the blaeds as each tendril softly caressed my ankles and gently brushed against my calves. This memory lenitively guides me through time and space.
By Anne R.3 years ago in Poets
Shipwreck
I lit the beacon Of the lighthouse Hoping you would Find your way Safely to my shores Through the rocky inlet To the warm
By Elizabeth Arnold3 years ago in Poets
Blowing Bubbles
Today I gave up The fight against gravity The ergs and the joules and the foot-pounds Were just so much fluff to me . I concaved into a labyrinth
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets