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.

impossible. Content Warning.
he wanted to know if he was unbreakable. home-grown against impossible odds. self-made from the hardest situations. he always overcame the road ahead,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
The Cat Rules the Roost
Come in, sit down Not there or there Those are my spots Yes, you can sit there I’m glad you could Come to visit I’m Klingon, the cat
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
"TAINTED LOVE". Content Warning.
This is a fact or fiction story. I will confess that this happened to me and many other women. The breakup was in the summer of 2016. I left the South Texas beach. fishing village to come home to Los Angeles, California. I have recovered from the covert narcissist cheater to the point that I cannot understand why I ever looked at him or dared to date the creep. We all live and learn. I pray every day for peace, love, light and understanding.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
OLYMPIAN LEGACY PARIS
For more than two centuries, the Olympic torch has led us. The torch of the Modern Games has burned brightly. Olympians have come from across the world,
By Urban Anderson3 years ago in Poets
"SWEETIE BIRD TRUSSELLI"
I sat up in my bed this morning, looking at my little Sweetie. She was singing, crocking her head watching me. I said, "Good morning, Love." She chirped loudly. I had to write about my angel of light watching me day and night.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
The Colorful Cat Canvas. Top Story - December 2023.
In a world of feline hues so vast, A palette of cats, each one a contrast. Behold the colors that dance and play, In fur-coated wonders, both night and day.
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
Santa's Enchanted Quill
In a world of wonder, where dreams take flight, A child with eyes sparkling, in the soft glow of night. Beside the fireplace, stockings hung with care,
By Mayur 3 years ago in Poets
Shallow Puddles
Gazing out the window At the snow, spread on the ground She could scarcely remember Vaguely recalling back the sounds *
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I do, I am
Is how I feel what others see Who am I to them and to me. I sat and pondered on that thought The more I did an answer I sought.
By Kyle William3 years ago in Poets
UNTITLED 4
For this verse don’t need no beat I won’t curse until there’s heat But will first write till It’s sweet I’ll rehearse when It’s nice & neat
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
Ugly
Some people are ugly on the outside But beautiful inside Some are beautiful on the outside But ugly on the inside That’s the hardest
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
H - Have a Merry Christmas A - Around a decorated tree P - People in and out for the Holidays P - Prays for snow on Christmas day
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets