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.

My Side. Content Warning.
Why do you want to be me? Is that projection I see? So intimidated and jealous But you claim that it's me With all seeing eyes, it's time to see
By Lolly Vieira3 years ago in Poets
SOLDIER'S MOMENT
SOLDIERS MOMENT/ SOLDIERS LAMENT written 10/20/2016 How long have I lain here..? Am I really dying? Not more than a few minutes' worth..
By Victor Mendez3 years ago in Poets
"Letting Go in Peace"
In the stillness of the night, I let her go, For my heart was heavy, my spirit low. Not in peace, I couldn't hold her tight,
By Laiba Ahmed3 years ago in Poets
Menu of Life
The primeval soup, served in a Petri dish You can slurp it down, but you cannot finish What evolution brings to the species fetish
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
Raven-ous
once inside a midnight dreaming bored and ornery I was scheming deeds and paybacks for some brokenhearted love while I wondered, deeply pondered
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
On The Horizon
storm clouds loom on the horizon a smell of change floats in the air a new day is arising as we wait unaware of what lurks in the distance
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
A Talking Pillow
A talking pillow, speaking long into the night, keeping me awake, at this time in the evening, why must my dreams be subdued?
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Kalopsia. Top Story - February 2024.
Why are you looking for me? You left me, remember? Yet thoughts of me bedevil you Is it guilt? Is it remorse? ~~~~~ You try to catch my eye As I weave in and out of the crowd Surreptitiously watching you ~~~~~ You're becoming delirious Uncertain if I'm real Or hallucinatory I seem to be omnipresent ~~~~~ It is so messed up Because there you stand In front of your bride Engulfed by thoughts of me Amidst your wedding ~~~~~ I laugh in exultation
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 years ago in Poets
Shadows of Soul
In the quiet corners of the mind, where shadows linger and whispers haunt, there exists a landscape of desolation. Here, in the depths of despair, depression casts its suffocating veil, enveloping the soul in a shroud of darkness. It is a journey through the labyrinth of pain, where every step is laden with the weight of sorrow and every breath feels like a struggle against the void.
By PamSaul3 years ago in Poets
"Kiss Under the Moon"
Under the cover of the night, where the stars dance, And the moon, in its splendor, advances to the lovers. Two souls meet, in silence, in balance,
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Poets
You-6
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened How long will it stay there We will just have to wait and see
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Ground to Dust
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets