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.

Wild dog
Wild dogs, they don't need tombstones, Running down the road, Until it rots. They are free, Free and easy, Running down the road,
By tian3 years ago in Poets
"FULL MOON FEVER REFLECTIONS". Content Warning.
Full moon rising fever The moon is full today. It is the Gemini moon. The moon will remain full for three days. Today I remembered back in the day of
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
Beyond Horizons
In the prologue of shadows, where dusk meets the edge of day, a tale begins, woven in the fabric of twilight. Darkness, a veiled enchantress, beckons with promises untold.
By Sandy May3 years ago in Poets
postponed happiness
We speak of the future. Quite a lot, actually. He dreams up its walls and stairs and chambers that would hold our joy and give space to our imagination. I, in turn, paint and furnish them in soft hues of love and peace and contentment to show that we have arrived. And then we wait for it to materialize, bottling up all our happiness for when we can finally set it free. There. Then.
By R.I. Károly3 years ago in Poets
A moment to breathe
The calming sea, Nothing awaits me, No movement or storm, Yet it feels warm, Smooth sailing for hours, No thundershowers,
By Merritt Xavier3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Clouds, Kittens and Cake. Content Warning.
As I sit back in a comfortable chair I let my mind wander, in the chair I daydream of clouds in the sky I daydream of clouds way up high
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
In the Shadow of Our Shared Sunrise
Isn't it surreal to think that somewhere in the infinite forests covering the nooks and crannies of the world, a tree sprouted on the same day you were born, on that exact moment perhaps,
By Somsubhra Banerjee3 years ago in Poets
Be'Attitude
We all need the blame We all feed the shame . We all lead the aim We all seed the game . We all breed the fame We all cede acclaim
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
Turtle Within Me
Certain People Depletes My Energy My Exhusband Is One of Them I feel sick when I am around him I don’t get mad but feel sorry how evil he is
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Arm-Trees
Uncomfortable, That's how me and my boys feel when we see The paper that you crumpled, And threw into a giant weird tree.
By The Two-Door Taxman3 years ago in Poets
"Tween Hearts and Stardust Dreams"
In the tender twilight of adolescent dreams, Where innocence and passion form seamless streams. A heartbeat quickens, a fluttering dove,
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets
"Rising Phoenix"
In the crucible of dreams, where ambitions lay, A soul faced failure, a daunting dismay. Yet within the embers, a spark, a notion,
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets