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.

Honey
Beauty in the strangest of places Velvet painted roses Strawberries and cream Itching for something sweet Like honey rolling off the tongue Sickly sweet words Tell me with haste All your deceptions in one place For me to absorb Pretty little lies Even more beautiful than twilight nights Twisting tall tales Siren to my shore I eagerly await your hypnotic melodies Take me to the undercurrent of song Break me out Lead me on
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
Vultures
Vultures all That is our culture now They fly in for a bite Once they’ve got what they need They take flight Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
We’re All Fake
We’re all fake Inside and out Over baked from this emotional drought Never taught how to interact Always giving the wrong reaction
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Monday mornings
A hang over and a hot shower And a 5 more minutes before I have to leave A multivitamin A vape bought in a dire moment An Advil
By AJ3 years ago in Poets
If I Left Here Tomorrow-2
If I left here tomorrow Would you even notice? Or would you carry on Until you could find someone else to provide my services
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
If I Left Here Tomorrow
If I left here tomorrow Would you even notice? Or would you just notice all the unpaid bills All of the uncooked meals Would you miss me?
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Ethereal Wanderer. Content Warning.
In fields of gold, where wildflowers sway, There danced a girl with eyes like day. Her laughter rang like silver bells, In the secrets of woodland spells.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
The Vulture
There's a bird in my brain Peck, peck, pecking At my sanity. My humanity. . It's a vulture That's tearing through sinew,
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
A Tapestry of Friendship. Content Warning.
In the tapestry of life, friends are the threads, Binding our hearts in the loom of shared dreams. Through the highs and lows, their presence steads,
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Man at the Window
Man at the window, pretending he’s just like me, don’t know what he wants, best leave things at the window, pretend he didn’t see me.
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Whodunit
Poem In the mansion's grandeur, shadows dance, A masquerade of secrets, a deadly chance. The clock strikes twelve, the masks in place,
By Waqas Ashraf3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Tranquility. Content Warning.
In the quiet of dawn, where whispers reign, Peace unfurls its gentle, silken skein. A tapestry woven with threads of light,
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets