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.

Studies By Jasper Rei The Artist
Studies By Jasper Rei: Infinitely Intertwined Studies By Jasper Rei The Artist is a Vocal journal of processes, thoughts, and word meditation with some behind the veil of the original art installations created. These are newly shared experiences and words of Jasper Rei The Artist pulled from a plethora of places, pockets, dreams, and conversations in a melting pot. Welcome to the first entry to this ongoing curated series.
By JasperRei TheArtist3 years ago in Poets
Disconnected
Feeling adrift misplaced is lost on the lost At home out of place
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Intimacy
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Amber Morning Light
amber light breaks through clouds overhead dawn's calling Everything still Fresh beginning Good morning Hello sunshine
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Hush Now Child, Go to Sleep
Hush now child, go to sleep There is nothing to fear, no need to weep For the Lord is your shepherd, you are his sheep In his gentle hands, your soul, he keeps
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic3 years ago in Poets
Frozen Walls
Winter rains encase the walls swaddles the webs, that line the halls Collects the excess as it falls as the cool winds of cessation calls
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Insomnia
As I lay me down to rest, Bundled in cotton sheets, I nest. Craving for a sweet reprieve, Demons rise, and my dreams they thieve.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Spacetime. Top Story - January 2024.
Aloof Backstabbing and disappearing. Poof! Congealing around existence Demise-rearing movement is persistent Everlasting and ever looming insistence
By Mo Darasi3 years ago in Poets
Immortal
In the realm where time takes flight, A whisper lingers, pure and bright. Immortal, not in flesh or bone, But in the echoes that are eternally known.
By Melania J.L.3 years ago in Poets
Time And It's Agenda
I'm awakened once more, the time, 2 a.m. in my head, there's a scream but I don't give a damn running away - only thinking of me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Compose Me
Tap your fingers in time, hold your head up high They bring you down because they see, the talent in your heart to be A swing of a hand around the keys, your composing a song so free
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Poets
Everything Changed
How can love be so harsh, after it healed everything? How can it make you float and soon make you sink? It finds you home in strangers, and strangers in family.
By Siddharth Thapa3 years ago in Poets