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.

The Kiss of Despondency
Satin memories dance across my lips as I am wistfully taken back to a time long past. Oh how the pain of loss sticks to your soul, like a melancholy companion.
By Giordano Joseph3 years ago in Poets
Future Bleeds to Colour
Who am I, is only answered with who I am, all the images in my mind build the fabric of me, the places I played as a child, the cities I visited with lovers whose faces I can't quite recall, the endless sunsets and rolling hills I gazed upon as I dreamed about the future.
By The Quantum Dad3 years ago in Poets
The Silken Mountains
There is a snow-kissed mountain, So pasty in white, it seemingly glows, Looming there at such a height, It’s only measurable from the toes.
By em3 years ago in Poets
Smooth Talker
In the realm of words, where muses dance, I'll weave a tale of smoothness, take a chance. A smooth talker, his voice like silk refined,
By Trino M.3 years ago in Poets
Some people have game
Yes, I guess I will tell you one of her stories. Not if you make a big deal out of it. Yes, that was a threat. Yes, I did mean it. Now, hush
By Jay Mulling3 years ago in Poets
The Poet's Curse
Words swirling around me churning thoughts *********************that never stop every minute ***************************fitting together the pieces
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic3 years ago in Poets
I notice you.. Top Story - November 2023.
"It's in stone." you used to say about your plans. "Stones break." I would proclaim. "Not this stone." You said it so certainly.
By D3 years ago in Poets
Onomatopoeia
The sound your heart makesAs my head rests on your chestBeating promises
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Embodiment of Abundance
Grateful floors have open doors into spaces of deeper remembrance All has come and gone, your eyes haven't felt so light in awhile
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Poets
Am I Skinny Enough?. Content Warning.
A battle rages, hour by hour, 𝑨 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓, 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏, Where whispers of doubt and fear begin.
By Kodah3 years ago in Poets
"Rainbow Waltz"
Beneath the arc of colors, where dreams take flight, I'm dancing in rainbows, bathed in soft twilight. With fairies as partners, we twirl and we spin,
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets
"Celestial Lullabies"
In the cradle of the cosmos, a celestial smile, A God-child born, the universe beguiled. Tiny fingers reach for galaxies afar,
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets