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.

Life is a Journey
Life, a journey as vast as the sea, A poet emerges to capture its mystery. With words as their compass and verse as their guide,
By Aanuoluwa 3 years ago in Poets
The Power of Money
In the realm of wealth and its allure, There exists a poet with words so pure. They delve into the power money holds, Crafting verses that reveal its stories untold.
By Aanuoluwa 3 years ago in Poets
Emergence
Many years, I've wintered here: This watery grave, turned stone cold in endless snow. The walls this well erects around itself have held no meaning, save the one that I have given them in solemn grief.
By J3 years ago in Poets
Unspoken
In twilight's tender embrace, whispers unsaid, A dance of shadows, secrets widespread. Silent symphony, hearts in rhythmic beat,
By Waqas Ashraf3 years ago in Poets
The Coin's Lament. Content Warning.
In vaults of steel, it gleams and gleams, The currency of dreams, of schemes, A force that drives the world's extremes, In every hand, its power teems.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Amour in its grandest fashion
The virtues of the bounty existence falter in its firm stance, As the mellowed glance of beauty in its amorous rhythm strikes its dance.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Soul
In the depths of night, when shadows creep, A silent longing stirs, hushed and deep. A whispered melody, soft and pure, A poem of love, forever endure.
By Nana Kay3 years ago in Poets
Beyond Words: A Tapestry of Infinite Verse
In the realm of dreams, where shadows dance, Where words take shape and hearts find a chance, I weave a tapestry of verses, bold and free,
By Nana Kay3 years ago in Poets
Once
you crawled inside my being nestled underneath my skin taking in the air I’m breathing like an identical twin consuming my attention
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Don't Count Marbles
Droplets like marbles, dropping from the hand on high, why count them at all?
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Fat With Love
Drawn in In an unhealthy way I want to be with you every day I want to be fat with your love 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
SO YOU KNOW
No matter what just keep on going Times are tough…. Tensions growing God Is gracious so you know Back to him you know we go
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets