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.

Moments In Time
Moments captured in a photoA lifetime Frozen in a frame Wounds preserved and held in escrow places we long to be againThe sun will rise and set on this lifeLeading us through our expiratoryJagged and beautiful the knife As thousands of pixels reveal our storyLife is potentially unkindDuring even the best of timesBlurring the ties that loving bindsSevering the precious fragile lines But nothing and no one can steal the hearts joy Cemented deeply in our soul A gift the father graciously employsFilling with love the empty void New days will come, bringing us wonderThe past will blend making them shine And once again we’re held here under The mercy of his grand design
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I///wandered lone
I///wandered lone ly as a cloud rain falling Splinters s h a t t e r///e d all around keep stalling My blood drained as I s-c-raped the bark
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
INTJ "The Strategist's Soliloquy"
With mind most keen, a strategist's gaze, The mastermind, in thought, doth ever maze. A soul of logic, plans with iron hand,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
Creation
my eyes see in: my tears down the inside of my cheek someone put raw onion in my mouth and the snot runs up my nose they (We) sit
By Benjamin Butz-Weidner3 years ago in Poets
India- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
the perfect post. Content Warning.
he might want me to fix him but he doesn't want to be fixed and i'd do anything to get him to do anything but the same but nothing is going to change
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes Where will he stop
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Beyond the Mist
Sitting in the mist, below the buildings on high, what lies at the top, is a mystery to all, don't ask questions, the crowd of people will say,
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Petals . Top Story - March 2024.
I disrobe all of my black clothes at the sun’s close. Then let the moonlight illuminate my brown toes. I allow them to seep deep into the warm soil of the crown rose.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Poets
The Morning Of February 29th
On the cusp of "The Great Escape", I sense a coming dawning, Of paradigm precedent, and slingshot de-loaded; Not for the first time,
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man3 years ago in Poets
Year After Year. Content Warning.
We spent so many nights crawling towards. Never stayed in moments and didn't hear the birds, Hair went from black to white,
By Sayaam Harz3 years ago in Poets
and another thing. Content Warning.
i remembered walking in straight lines invested and loyal to the course the rest of one life left to feel alive determined with fairly good intention
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets