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.

Cupid shot me
In the vast night sky, a star shone, Cupid, with his bow, granted me eternal love. His arrows, like dreams, sank into my heart,
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Poets
Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes… What are you? What makes you… you? * Again, close your eyes Take a deep breath What do you see? I know it’s dark
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
Of Human Toxicity
we of human toxicity can't we stop? doing nothing Because it is not worth we of human toxicity We will always fight we will always try
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
memories on a postcard
I remember... when the world was light and my world was innocent When sirens were serene and offered a sense of wonder like windchimes in the breeze
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
"OF SPACE AND TIME I WRITE". Content Warning.
Once upon a time a friend of my youth whispered in my ear my life was clouds of illusion of both sides now. The friend is gone now of long ago. I thought about him and how the song he spoke of to me that day still speaks to me today. I was 17 at that time. I am 74. How did he know? I believe we are reborn throughout and our souls travel in time and space of many realities and into multi-universes of space and time. Perhaps we had met in another lifetime?
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
Struggle or Peace?
As the dark dungeons await By the light, carrying a bait Coveted for a hidden treasure Dreamers make their measure Earnest for the flowers that bloom
By Oscar3 years ago in Poets
An Autumn Better than Spring
In the breeze quite calm Like a touch, a soothing balm The wind whispers, as it has to go somewhere Tell it to stop, as there is nowhere
By Oscar3 years ago in Poets
I Saw You On Silver Screen
“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all” -- - The Emperor, Mulan (1998)
By Rudolph Lingens3 years ago in Poets
Moss on a Log
Soul Soothing Journey Neutral. That was the word that described my thoughts and feelings. Nothing good or bad was happening. Nothing hurtful nor inspiring occurred. Life was simple and mediocre, which felt as if it were a reflection of myself. I was like bland coffee or watered down tea. Sure, I was grateful for where I was, but I also needed something different. Afterall, life is about emotions and experiences.
By Marysol Ramos3 years ago in Poets
Questioning Clock Hands in a Dream
In slumber's grasp, where time unfurls, Beyond the logic of waking worlds, I stand beneath a moonlit sky, And watch the clock hands drift on by.
By Buzu3 years ago in Poets
"Harmony's Anthem: A Plea Against War"
Amidst chaos, echoes of peace plea, Bridges of understanding, let them be. Cry of compassion drowns the cannons' roar, Doves of hope soar, war's grip to abhor. Endless suffering, shadows of despair, Fragile hearts burdened, yearning for repair. Glimmers of unity, a beacon so bright, Harmony whispers, dispelling the night. Innocent souls caught in the crossfire's dance, Justice and empathy, let them enhance. Kindred spirits arise, a call to mend, Love prevailing, a message to send. Mournful cries silenced, weapons laid to rest, Nurturing peace, the ultimate quest. Open dialogue, a bridge to build, Pledges for harmony, let hatred be chilled. Quell the flames of animosity, Restore the world to serenity. Seek common ground, let compassion reign, Together we stand, breaking war's chain. United voices echo, resounding plea, Vow to end conflict, let humanity be free. Waves of empathy washing shores anew, Xenial bonds forming, peace in the view. Yearn for a world where swords turn to plow, Zeal for harmony, let empathy grow.
By Joseph Oaam3 years ago in Poets
Glassy Vortexes
Portal mirrors Material gear and grinning Ration our fashion So our threads don’t thin Steer on into glassy vortex But to choose the right one
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets