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.
Anesthesia
You don’t remember the surgery. The sensation of the incision, Instruments adjusting organs, Cauterizing, extracting... //
Journey's End
Alone I tread, where none have gone A path unknown, a journey long No friends to share, no hand to hold Just me, my thoughts, my story untold
Exerteza_writesPublished about a year ago in PoetsQuadra-Haiku
Quadra-haiku Earth between her toes Ocean bejeweled before her Recalling your fire Fire shines through water The sun casts a bow where you
Abby SeberPublished about a year ago in PoetsMundane Miracles?
I am the grower. I feed the roots, produce life. Mundane miracles? / I am the quencher. I fill the body and planet.
Jada FergusonPublished about a year ago in PoetsAligning with Desire of Water, Air, Earth, and Fire
Air spoke Earth’s structure, Fire echoed Water whispers, To conjure The New.
Chicago Poem
Wind breaks on the spires of Chicago, and howls through grey architecture. // Industrial flame burns in the factory hearths
T.R. TadhgPublished about a year ago in PoetsWe know her as Lilith.
She burns for revenge Flames of desire, blazing bright A woman of fire
The River MiaPublished about a year ago in Poets- Runner-Up in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge
Envoi
With the jellyfish is where they'll find my last words. Lost— turned to sea foam.
R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago in Poets Carbon
We are a dust cloud We are running out of time We are mere Carbon
Aaron HodgkinsPublished about a year ago in PoetsAmerican Highway System Exalts the Continent's Top Reaches
Bear Tooth Highway dance to American engine in mountain-peak sun. ** Dance down to Red Lodge. Fossil museum displays Dead Ice Age Apes who
T.R. TadhgPublished about a year ago in Poets4 Elements
Elements Balanced Build, Flow, Fly, Combust, Rebirth The Eternal Blend
Jonathan OmeusPublished about a year ago in PoetsMoving Waters
January wept in the San Francisco Bay. I unpacked boxes. - Tears from sky gods fell flooding homes, bodegas, hearts. Should I not have moved?
Landon JonesPublished about a year ago in Poets