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.

The late NIGHT at the Dawn
In the silence of late-night's gentle sigh, When the moon hangs low, kissing the sky. A quietude wraps the world of breeze night, A stars hushes’ to unfold, each finding its space.
By Maritess3 years ago in Poets
Splintered As
a thirty year perfect storm of words and circumstances tumble weeds rioting dust smoking guns tingling I’m going to be me
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Embracing the Storm:
In the heart of a storm, where anxiety lays, A day so rough, filled with grays. Yet within this chaos, a truth unfolds, A life worth living, precious as gold.
By Musulyn M (MUSE)3 years ago in Poets
Triumph Over Temptation
In the heart's deep well, Strength found, lust's flames are quelled, Peace blooms, where it fell.
By Musulyn M (MUSE)3 years ago in Poets
Yellow
Warmth. Sunlight. Autumn leaves. ❀ The sand spread out on a coastline. ❀ The laughter of a Friday afternoon. ❀ The hope exhaled on a child’s dandelion wish.
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
Time is Oblivion
Solemn by day A traitor by night You corrupt and bleed me dry *** Whose hearts do trust And mine oblige In embers Burning one old night
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
It Encircles, and Engulfs
What if it were all debunked? these apocalyptic future scenarios of robot takeover/..................[?] simply by the ordinary reality
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Adrift
If you could count the lost moments, or hold them in your palm like seeds, what would they sprout? Mine slip through my fingers like condensation down a glass,
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
Obsessed. Content Warning.
Subscribing too much Twenty-one and Seventeen Spamming the Inbox
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Catamorphosis
Cat hair here, Cat hair there OMG, it’s everywhere. In the air, on my clothes, hairball vomit on my toes. On the carpet, and the rugs,
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
PaRTneRs
Quantum entanglement is what happens when a group of particles interacts and leaves inexorably bound together. No matter how far they are. A change in one particle, is a change in the other. They call it “spooky action at a distance”.
By Tarik Murrell3 years ago in Poets
The beauty of the crooked.
The beauty of the crooked. I heard a quote about a Japanese tradition that in their culture a broken mirror or a scarred piece of glass is considered to be beautiful. The Japanese readorn the broken pieces of glass and adjoin it in the authentic form of its brokenness and yet call it a piece of beauty.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets