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.
Depression
Staying to space, endless pit never to erase. Sadness, mind blown from what's around me. Endless quick, as if everyone speeds around me.
Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)Published about a year ago in PoetsUnlock the Power of Sleep and Dreams
Listen up, y'all, I've got a story to tell." About something we do every day, can't you tell?" It's a process that's vital and can't be ignored.
My salvation
I've had a thought, the same one for years That has haunted and bothered me. I catch glimpses of if at unexpected times. It may be a painting or
A Beauty Unknown
She walks in shadows, a mystery Her eyes, like stars, shine bright and free A beauty beyond compare She holds secrets, beyond repair.
Slaven SladakovicPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Dreaming Die
There is no hope for me And my army of dead dreams. Look at them, My valiant soldiers loyal to the end Holding rifles, pistols, knives,
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about a year ago in PoetsStand-up and Deliver
He stands on stage, microphone in hand A funny man, with a head full of sand He tells jokes, one after the other Making the crowd laugh like no other
Beyond the BrightnessPublished about a year ago in PoetsJust Say No: A Comical Take on Peer Pressure
Peer pressure, it's such a drag Making you do things you'd rather not, like a nag They say "everyone's doing it" But you're not sure, you're just a bit
Beyond the BrightnessPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Love to Last a Lifetime
In your eyes, I see a love so true A flame that burns bright and never dims With every kiss, my heart beats anew A love to last a lifetime, it begins
You find a corpse in the meadow
You find a corpse in the meadow Morning dew drops sparkle balancing on grass blades, you hear your footsteps thud on the mud path. As you stray away your legs get painted by the brush of undergrowth.
Kyle CaseyPublished about a year ago in PoetsEavesdropper
7. School ends in an hour I still haven't found Sebastian I gotta quickly find him Before he tries to hide Yo bro, you seen Sebastian
Robbie BalePublished about a year ago in PoetsEavesdropper
8. Having a hard time believing Anything that he's telling me Sebastian is a well-known liar He rarely tells the truth When we were little kids
Robbie BalePublished about a year ago in PoetsMoney, Money
Money, money, always on our mind It's the root of all that we desire We strive and hustle, grind and climb To fill our pockets with that fire