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.

Where are you?
Ah, there it is. Because of the world they closed their eyes, Cinders and cinders of thoughts slowly burning their mind. Delicate dalliances—the daydreams;
By K. Kocheryan3 years ago in Poets
Starry Spell
Amidst amber hues, the sunset weaves its spell, Beneath the stars, secrets in the cosmos dwell. Celestial dance, a waltz of light,
By Andy Kru3 years ago in Poets
It's Been A Minute...
I want to write again. I want to be able to capture the way I feel about the world around me with words. The same way I used to when I was a child.
By Thomas James3 years ago in Poets
Untitled
Absurd as it may be Balaclava has no eye holes, Conscious level forever unknown; reports to the Dopamine are....off. Too far
By Willem Indigo3 years ago in Poets
Love & Obsession
One of life’s little lessons Is there’s little difference between love and obsession So just embrace it all And fall into the things that call your heart
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Zenith of Existence
Adolescence lasted longer than anticipated and the many blessings in disguise, that took nearly three decades to consciously be able to unveil, now fit into place.
By Pōlani Monderen 3 years ago in Poets
On the other side of goodbye
One day, this earth will be a distant memory, if a memory at all, Where goodbye Meets hello an Angelic being, Transferring to
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
Sweet & Low
Marshmallow, daft eyes the accumulation of sugary release is not the right recipe for sweet dreams - though it mixes excellent
By Pōlani Monderen 3 years ago in Poets
"Echoes of Twilight"
In the twilight, the light fades, and the sun sets in an embrace with the sea. The sky is dyed with delicate and bright colors, creating a heavenly postcard full of grace.
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Poets
The Enchanted Forest
A shimmering brook Begins its daily trek in the Cool of the morning air. Dew covers the ground as the Enchanted forest awakes to
By Mary K Brackett3 years ago in Poets
December Snow & A Frozen Soul
Soul Soothing Journey Numb and cold was my soul as I went to work that day. Sitting in my car and waiting, I had no words to say. I didn’t want to face the world, as much as I loved everyone. Instead, I wanted to hide away and never see the sun. It doesn’t usually shine light on me, it’s either hidden or burning me so. I wish I could live like others, as if the sun is a loving friend instead of a hurtful foe.
By Marysol Ramos3 years ago in Poets
Ploughing Fields of Fury and Thought
Author's Notes: Stephen A. Roddewig, suggested that L.C.'s recent Top Story Abecedarian, Hitting Snooze on the New Year could be entered with a little tweaking for the #200 also. That got me thinking...and here it is...my attempt to kill two birds with one stone.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets