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.

Crossing the Boundary of Darkness
Illusory manifestations In the forefront of my mind Sounds echoing in a distance I hear the abyss calling me Drifting in nothingness
By Mo Darasi3 years ago in Poets
blurry . Top Story - August 2023.
i pay for my cheap dopamine in blurry thoughts and weak knees. it’s actually quite expensive. i forgot people feel things.
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
Humans vs. Neanderthals. An Impossible situation
The brutal blizzard made it impossible to move. It was the waiting game, again. Pursuers and pursued stuck by the same law of nature. The main objective was
By Rene Volpi 3 years ago in Poets
Dark Shadows
I hate how easy Everything is to replace And how often I do it Before it’s time I have hollowed me out And already filled me up
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
Liminalia
Awoken violently by a dream Not a dream of violence A crime of sorts When your mind resorts to fusing the two In belief they should be the new other
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Crazy Tiem
you made me question the state of my mental health when it was you that was crazy all along you knew that tune wasn’t good for me
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
poetry
Amidst wild woods' gloom, Unveiled bitterness resides, Toughest trial, kin. World's test, relentless and stark, Life's challenges, we embark.
By Madiha Masood3 years ago in Poets
Love Is Never Lost In Translation
Curating my words to cultivate a feeling Taking this moment to lounge in my own essence, nurturing my being in the most intimate ways
By JasperRei TheArtist3 years ago in Poets
The color black suits him...
The color black fits him, Flower arrangements also And a letter on his wet chest: “In peace, you may rest”
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
Half An Hour And Then I Go
A villanelle as I wait for midnight on a Saturday night. The form is a villanelle and the music is by Roger Waters ⌛🕒🌟🕰️⏰Half An Hour And Then I GoTo The Realms Of MorpheusLand Of Dreams Where Stories Grow🕰️Midnight Is Calling, And SoSleep Is Coming, There's No FussHalf An Hour And Then I Go🕰️Minutes Tick, Want My PillowClimbing The Stairs, Raising DustLand Of Dreams Where Stories Grow🕰️Time Stand Still, Or Is Very SlowMind Is Drifting, Rest Is A MustHalf An Hour And Then I Go🕰️Want To Hear Cool Waters FlowA Warm Bed That Is A PlusLand Of Dreams Where Stories Grow🕰️Hearing Cooling Waters FlowCalm My Heart, Rest Is A PlusHalf An Hour And Then I GoLand Of Dreams Where Stories Grow⌛🕒🌟🕰️⏰
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Ode To The Cosmic Carousel
Upon the canvas of the cosmos, a carousel spins, Celestial horses galloping, where the dance begins, Planets and stars like jewels, they gleam and twirl,
By John Andres Castillo II3 years ago in Poets
withdrawal
missing you is like withdrawal laying on a bed that no longer smells like you staring at the ceiling with a hole where my heart
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets