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 Paused Birthday
September 6th is my birthday. While a special day, feels like a tragic day. My naive thoughts, my painful emotions. Left alone -- No friends, no family, and rather be that way.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
Invite Him In
Tap Tap Tap There is a tap-tapping tap on my window I dare not try to take a look If I do, it will know I hear I dare not turn towards the casement
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Is This Reality
My mind is playing tricks on me again. I don't know what's real or not. Seeing is not always believing. It's all a matter of perception.
By Jasmine Harris3 years ago in Poets
Shootings
In the core of Oakwood, where time appeared to slow underneath the burning sun, Esther left on a critical excursion. Her strides reverberated through the calm roads as she supported her expanding stomach, a demonstration of the new life that blended inside her. A fantasy of a superior future for her youngster filled her means, however she was unable to predict the predetermination that looked for her on this customary day.
By Blessing Eboigbe3 years ago in Poets
Moonchild
This is another poem for my Muse with a starting point of the King Crimson song “Moonchild”, although many artists have used this title.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Breaking Free, Flying Free. Top Story - September 2023.
i have seen the way of the caterpillar starving for growth searching for nourishing nutrients the slow crawl of aching survival
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Poets
The Forest Face
Look closely And you will see A face staring back At you from the trees It watches you as You come, and you go Silently judging you
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Sweet Naive Dreams
My birthday is coming around. Another age, when sometimes I just wanna fall. All I want is to count the days until I can come home.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
Harry Potter
Hogwarts' halls where magic's true With lightning scar upon his brow A boy named Harry, brave and new Set out on a quest we all know now.
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Can't let it go
Cant let it go and its true coz its not just in heart i stored your contact far in the soul neither a memory nor a story
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Never Met
Sometimes I wish I had never met you Because when you’re not here I think of you I fear There was nothing ever there Between us
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
I am a Vessel of Change
In the mirror's gaze, I stand, a vessel true, Not a gem to adorn, but a soul to renew. I am not meant to follow one set decree,
By Eva A. Schellinger3 years ago in Poets