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.
Obsidian Panther
Of late, there has been a panther at my back. In my dreams I catch small glimpses In my dreams I run like hell
Chelsey BurdenPublished about a year ago in Poetsthe luxurious rarity of silence
what do you listen to? i am prompted, challenged - what do you listen to - tested and probed. what do you listen to? louder, more!
⸘jason alan‽Published about a year ago in PoetsFallen Demons
Fallen demons get their wings Bleached to blond And they polish their halos To gold Then they put on their slight Smiles of old
Vadim KaganPublished about a year ago in PoetsTale Of Two Lives
I had a friend ask me to cover a few topics: Mental Health, Drugs, Trauma. People who have given all, lost all, or feel unworthy to dream at all. We all have our demons, we all have failed, and we all need love and support. Here is a poem in honor to those still trying, still hoping.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago in PoetsCold Chinese Food
everyone grimaces when i say to them that i like to eat my Chinese cold. how could you do it? they ask, their faces in horror. i say,
E.B. JohnsonPublished about a year ago in Poetsrare occasions
I saw things I shouldn’t have seen I’ve been to places I shouldn’t have been I felt things I shouldn’t have felt I never thought it could take effect
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in Poetstoo much on an invisible plate
hot red cheeks, cold hands common misunderstanding rare circumstances * 6 Feb. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Desire To Do Something
A passion I have, never fails me A longing inside that never sleeps An obsession that takes my breath away It captivates my thoughts and runs deep
Hamza ShafiqPublished about a year ago in PoetsHitting the Jackpot
Winning the lottery An absolute long shot But even with the low chances The benefits are a lot * * * Six simple numbers
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished about a year ago in PoetsFather's Love
A Father's Love, a rock so strong, A shelter, where we all belong. He holds us tight, through thick and thin, And stands beside us, win or win.
M AnandarajPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Mother's Love
A Mother's Love, so pure and true, Endless as the skies of blue. A warmth that comforts night and day, Guiding with a gentle way.
M AnandarajPublished about a year ago in PoetsOde to Rare:
She’s a micro preemie, in a macroeconomic world rare as she can be, rarest of the rare she swears With locks of natural red hair, the (MC1R gene comes through)
Saroyan ColesPublished about a year ago in Poets