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.

Truth Unveiled: A Poetic Revelation
In the realm of honesty, I stand, A truth-teller in this poetic land. No lies to weave, no deceit to sow, I unravel the truth, let it freely flow.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets
Ezekiel's Signs
Ezekiel’s Signs Ezekiel has been plucked out of his pages and placed in London holding up signs. Lying on a wrought iron bench Made in Sheffield,
By Ange Auciello3 years ago in Poets
WRITE A WAY
Had to write…. Write a way Use my pen…. Right away Need my thoughts not my spots Just to light my fricking day Had to go through all the pain
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
CHOCOLATE
From dusk to dawn, I’d done everything except exist: rode upon the wings of a dragonfly through a Minnesota mist; even learnt of one
By Lharette Soothsayer3 years ago in Poets
Sorry, You Don't Have A Say. Content Warning.
little by little we watched as love died collected the dirt and pretended to cry a callous betrayal, became our demise I was sure caught off guard, by my naive surprise
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Four Things
Four Things “Let” Living life on the road, in your arms, or by the fireside, no matter how, I survive Loving as if there were no tomorrow, love all that you are and all that you could be.
By Corey W Harland3 years ago in Poets
All For One
at the tip of my fingers on the tip of my tongue, standing up on my tiptoes to feel the sun * just out of reach somehow out of time
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Wind. Honorable Mention in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
She used to think she hated the wind. The way the sound of it scoured the back of her mind like sand as she tried to dream. Filling her sleep with sighing. Shifting the tide of her blood until it slopped and foamed like sea spume inside her.
By Lauren Everdell3 years ago in Poets
They for the day
“They for the day” Let’s go out today, I’ll be your girl. We could paint our toes, or get some clothes. Tomorrow you could be my boy,
By Corey W Harland3 years ago in Poets
Dreamer
Once thrown in the middle of the road Heard, saw, more than my own Dark speaks, sparks in might. Here I stand to save the light
By Diogo Gil3 years ago in Poets
"Nature's Dialogue"
Beneath the verdant canopy, where whispers softly play, I engage in a conversation with nature, in the light of day. Amongst the rustling leaves, and the river's gentle hum,
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets
Why Beat a Dead Horse?
Why Beat a Dead Horse? Everything around me is blurry, I can’t seem to focus my eyes; Steaks of color move in lines so quickly, I must be heading for my demise.
By Nicole Poston3 years ago in Poets