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.
Mist
Fire and water burns A message into the sky: “Save yourself from me”
I Feel
I feel No answer on the other line The tree that fell in the woods but nobody was around Static radio sounds A childs goldfish found forgotten after a family vacation
rough around the edges
you could say i’m rough around the edges; i’ve broken bones and had tubes put into my body. i’ve bled and i’ve wept;
Morning Jam
The ocean always pours somewhere onto my paper Just add some coffee And ill call you later Fingers mimic notes Listening to famous jazz players
some people
behind the walls we can disappear- protection from the outside, we can’t stop running, or else.... sink into a tortured past life
⸘jason alan‽Published about a year ago in PoetsTreasure Your Worth Without Measure.
Seek to be worth knowing rather than being well known, Since that's the beauty of letting your true essence take the throne.
Grace BlessingPublished about a year ago in PoetsVision of Psychological Apocalypse
And there she was A rough scab on a smooth perfect knee With a chalky cigarette between bony fingers Chipped red painted nails
DEEN
Signs are here what does It mean? Perfect time go back to Deen Life Is short don’t abort…. To the path of staying clean I bet you know what I mean
Haychie_ArtistPublished about a year ago in PoetsElemental Haikus
Water stirs with dread Ancient secrets lurk below Man is but a pawn ============================ Air infused with fear
Anthony MarquettePublished about a year ago in PoetsJanus
ROT (parte un) I will rot you. I will dig into your core, beneath your ribs, to a little place in your chest, just upward of your lungs. And I will make my home there. I will devour you. You will be a hollow shell, and I will still be hungry. Soft pieces of you will float in the air, and I will pluck them from the sky and put them to my tongue, swallowing them whole. I will take your love of anything—of all things—and I will twist it into hatred. Your favorite flowers will wilt to your indifference. Songs and sonnets will fall to your deaf ears. Flavors will collapse into nothing on your tongue. Everything you once loved will belong to me. I will crawl inside your ear. How dare they demand you live? I will whisper. How cruel of them, how selfish. Why, they don’t really care about you at all, to keep you around in this condition. There is no love for you here. I will feast on you. You will not fill me. I will bring about your destruction and still want for more. I will come for your brothers and your sisters, and you will aid me. You are the wind I travel on. I will spread. I am Rot. And you. Cannot. End me.
pocket metal.
a girl at puts a quarter into the cold silver mouth of a payphone as the sky goes dark. on the other side of the line, a boy listens to her panic, her heavy breathing, a car
melissa marshPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Nowhere Place
Creatures of habit whisk me away Take me away to a nowhere place Where the grass is grey and bland and dead Finally there I can fully rest my head.