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.

'what if'. Content Warning.
withe the lights down low‽ easier to pretend we don't know what we can't see happening, but seeing isn't the only way to believe
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
As The Sirens Scream. Content Warning.
As the sirens scream, A windchime permeates their deafening cry. The blue lights beckon closer, a rising tide, What once seemed solid, now a mere sandcastle, trapped, awaiting it’s erosion as the pair collide.
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
about a heart. Content Warning.
if i know anything about a heart if it knows love at all, it will break the unrequited lover sails a sinking ship a hop, jump, and a skip across oceans
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Haunted Regrets. Content Warning.
I placed the wind chimes with a lantern, on the hook, by his grave being alone in the darkness always made him afraid On his tombstone, a postcard, we had saved from that day
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Fragments of Sorrow
In the garden of broken dreams, Where petals weep and shadows dance, I roam in the maze of my thoughts. In the midst of a forgotten time’s reverberations.
By Abigail Wanjiru3 years ago in Poets
Davy Jones
** Slid up under the door softly, without a sound a postcard on the floor waiting there to be found No sirens to alarm me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Rose and Her Thorns
She is encased in her armored protection then is buried into the deep dark cold yearning for acceptance, love, and connection
By Annetta Brown3 years ago in Poets
Your Smiling face
Oh, your smiling face, it lights up the space A ray of sunshine, a beacon of grace Your lips, they curve in a gentle embrace A smile so bright, it chases away the trace Of any worry, any fear or dismay Your smile, it banishes the night And brings the dawn, in a radiant way A new day, with hope and delight Your eyes, they sparkle like the stars above A celestial light, a love so true They twinkle bright, with a gentle love A shining beacon, sent from above Your smile, it's a gift from the divine A treasure, a joy so fine It fills my heart, with a love so true A love that's only found in you
By Sher singh3 years ago in Poets
A GRIEF OF MY MOTHER
A grief of my mother, heavy and deep, In sorrow's embrace, her heart does weep. With every tear shed, her pain does show, A mother's grief, like rivers that flow. Through sleepless nights, her anguish cries, In solitude, her sorrow lies. Memories of loss, like shadows, they creep, A grief of my mother, buried so steep. Her eyes, once bright, now dim with despair, In her brokenness, life seems unfair. With each passing day, her anguish grows, A mother's sorrow, no one truly knows. But in her heart, love's flame shall keep, A grief of my mother, forever weeps.
By Sher singh3 years ago in Poets
Swimming In The Ocean Of Words
I wanted to write a poem for this but the subject I chose I had already covered many times. I am very wary of repeating myself and then I started thinking from the twenty-six letters and ten numerical digits we can create millions of words that we can weave into sentences to create a tapestry of stories to share with our friends and people that we care for.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Glittering Stars
I look at the stars, and wonder why they shine bright, I spilt my glitter.
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Disobedience
I needed more than the bare minimum. You probably think you did your best but I provided more. What I require is exactly what I am capable of giving. I didn't ask for the impossible but the choices you made were insanely poor. There was a process I initiated and boundaries I expected you to follow. Acceptance of broken communication is still taking a lot out of me. What was once connecting us can and will be severely severed. I envisioned a future of madness and hoped it would set us free. The path of peace is one I have to take alone. My failure is one that had to occur for me to expand. A life of pessimistic tranquility cannot exist no matter how hard I pushed. I settled for a marriage where you no longer held my hand. There is a clever con you force yourself to believe. Where promises you want to hear are not the ones you make. The change I sought was the one I had to endure and claim. Blissful ignorance is a powerful tool for the corrupted insane. The finish line feels so unattainable and far away. Like this process will be rewarded when I know it won't. I allow my regression to keep pulling me back instead of forward. I can't give you this much control every time you return, so please don't. I am metamorphic and still ascending at a steady pace. You will change artificially but that is your burden to bear. I don't want to be reminded of past mistakes and wounded pride. My soul is transforming and you can't halt this evolution so don't you dare. I wish I could fast forward until I'm fully healed. But who knows when that will occur and what will transpire. I have my doubts and anxieties and perhaps I always will. But time altered its future for me so my bleakness isn't so dire. What happened to the potential I thought resided in me? If I was so stubborn, why did I give up on myself so quickly? I thought I was a masterpiece in disguise, in the making. How do I carve myself out of marble and still be more than what I want to be? The future keeps extending his warm and cuddly hand. I don't want a new companion to completely conquer me. I want a future where I can love myself and be loved in return. I'm not asking for a miracle, just for the future to be simple and happy for me. I want serenity and the peace that comes with an unclouded mind. If love will allow me, I will claim both along with his hand in mine
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets