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.
Old Roots, New Growth
From old roots, new growth. Anchored in mother-earth’s soil, Kept safe and well fed. ~ Now comes the storm clouds.
Algernon LockePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Storm Inside
Crashing lightning and howling winds The storm inside me starts up again Raging flood waters knock me back The sky in my mind turns pitch black
Frank Ezernack IIIPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Dreams of Impossible
In the land of sleep, where dreams reign supreme I wander through a world that's not quite real A place where logic has no place, it seems
School’s Closed, Snow Day
Blizzard pummels through The house trembles more than me Hear the howl of wind
Oneg In The ArcticPublished about a year ago in PoetsWhispers of the Sea
As the sun sets over the horizon, I sit by the shore and watch the waves. The water whispers secrets to the sand, And I am at peace with the world.
Earthly
Earthquakes fill my core As I seek solid ground to Collapse and rebuild. My eyes birth rivers That wash me out to the sea
Caitlyn LecourPublished about a year ago in PoetsLand of Creation
Land of creation Field of dreams in Summer heat Fresh breathing air * Ocean swirling breeze Sprays of wetness on my feet
Denise LarkinPublished about a year ago in PoetsBlazing Earth Along the Ocean's Air
Rippling ocean Blazing earth scattered waters Fire on the sand dunes
Denise LarkinPublished about a year ago in PoetsTime, An Illusion
Clocks halt - motionless. Until the pendulum swings. And then - flies away.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago in PoetsHalf full
As my veing course through that black blood that I intake in my mouth, ooh the fillings from a hot water and into the cup it transforms into a bitter fruit that fills not just my loins in a jittery flow.
Red Fox
Red fox Body lies in a lay-by Hit in the small hours No doubt Like the birds And rodents In numbers hard to imagine Red fox
Elsa Michaela | @surfthoughtPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe first 5000 days
5000 days and counting, an age long forgotten From where I sat to now, my world has been remade The highs and the lows, the joys and the sorrows