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.

Emoticons
Using a device Without emojis Installed You can still Leave behind A heart or Smiley face With just a Few extra Steps
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Circle of Time
Fast; the circle has no beginning, no end, my friend I tell you – there is if care is taken to note the mark a mistaken spark
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Poets
Smooth as Porcelain
Our love is smooth as porcelain The surface where we dance With hardly a rise, imperfection, or chip Frictionless, we glide
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
S'incerity
Since sin is in She's in his'interest Sincere as'in It's'instability. Since sin is'in As'incestuous S'incere a sin As'in stability.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
Hope and Confidence- Poem
In shadows deep, where doubts may creep, A spark ignites, a flame to keep. Hope, a beacon in the darkest night, Guiding hearts with its gentle light.
By Salman siddique3 years ago in Poets
Touch the sky
Look up above high with your hands touch the sky Like a diamond glows the sun Silver shadows are the clouds When will I catch it? When will I win?
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
treasure map
follow the secret constellations on your skin point me to true north -------------------------- Thank you for reading! You can read some of my other love-inspired haikus here:
By R.I. Károly3 years ago in Poets
Touch of Moments
It all began when I was just born… I felt something smooth for the first time. The skin from my family, creamy milk, comfy clothes, soft toys, and cozy blankets.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
Picture yourself
the softness of your cheeks smoothing out any roughness in sight everything’s fine inside smooth is my birthday, did I win?
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Poets
cuckoo's nest
still not enough to disclose despite drowning in the black perfectness conquest going ‘round rounded face and table trite
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Poets
Ghosts
There are ghosts that are still living Of childhoods lost All for the cost Of existing Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Save Our Home Planet Earth Oh Antiqua and Barbados
If you are lost to locate us You may not be alone trying to locate us We know that many people are lost to locate us ’Cause many have strayed trying to locate us
By Simons Eskia3 years ago in Poets