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.

Sacrifices
I walk through the endless desert, with my lone lunar companion as my guide to the altar of redemption. In my hand I hold my grievances and sins, stumbling over shifting sands in moonlight. It feels as if I've walked for a millennia, over a course of many different lives, all in search of the same sanity. My journey seems to be coming to close, as before me a white slab with ebony and ivory towers adjacent rise from the earth. Behind it lies a mirror with silver inlays. I place the grievances and sins on the altar and stare endlessly into the mirror. I,m not sure what to expect. More pain and suffering as punishment for mistakes made in the past? A clean slate that allows me to rewrite a predistined future, one which has been filled with sorrow and chaos? I do not have the answers, nor do i want them. at least not now or all at once. because if I did know them and I wasnt satisfied, would I ever have come as far as I did?
By KingAces3 years ago in Poets
CERTAIN THINGS
There are certain things That I never imagined There are certain things I never knew I could survive Certain things That I knew I won't recover from
By Martina Natasha3 years ago in Poets
The Trap of Time
Time is a trap It keeps us in patterned lifestyles and lifecycles Keeps our memories safe but unreachable We can't go back
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Hello Alien
Hello Alien Can You understand me ? How we gonna communicate I think I will read Your language by myself Will You need something to drink or eat right now ?
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Poets
discontent
Red pill or blue pill? If you had to choose, had to decide a life of knowing or a life of finding out, which would you pick? If you had to book a ticket, where would you go? If you had to stay or had to leave, which would you do? Red pill or blue pill? Red or blue?
By Trinity H3 years ago in Poets
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I what is this? Can i ? Light? Can you see me? Are you a person? ... <<<>>?{{{? How ■■■■■ How can I identify you? Are you real?
By Maureen Y. Palmer3 years ago in Poets
We Are The 22:
As a Veteran I deal with Mental Health issues and have served with many that do as well. Serving ones country is no easy task especially during times of war. I wrote "We Are The 22: Part 1" after a good friend and former Soldier of mine took his own life. I hope that this visual poem will let others know they aren't alone and help curb the tragedy. Please watch, use the resources listed if you need to and share with your our fellow Veterans
By Edward Val3 years ago in Poets
A New York State of Mind
Laying in the grass of time. I flipped my last dime. I wondered if my thoughts were a crime. In this subliminal world of mine.
By EYHCS3 years ago in Poets
Desolation - A Mere Shadow, Lonely Passenger. Content Warning.
Desperate to have a connection, though devoid of the resources to achieve such connection emptiness inside is visible through the cavernous pools of his eyes
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Head in the Clouds, Feet on the Ground
Two voices Craving union inside me– One, the whimsical voice of dreams The escape from the world into clouds of stars *
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
The Scarab and the Hawk
Two talismans With me for the darkest period of my life– One high in the sky, watching me The other, Burrowing beside me in the earth below.
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
The Beat of the Heart
It starts with the beat of the heart, the energy, As the sound, the vibrational rhythm pounds Followed by the gasp and gentle, consistency
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets