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.

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By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Rest Easy
Not quite such a thing so sweet as eyes kissed shut and the sound of your breathing; gentle like the hand that brushed against my arm while the night floats on.
By NJ Reed3 years ago in Poets
Ghost invite. Content Warning.
"It's a ghost!" "No, it's a demon, an evil spirit from hell!" "Both of you are wrong! Papa Ebuka said it's the spirit of our ancestors. It comes to watch over us at night," Nneka asserted, attempting to correct her two brothers. "If it truly is the spirit of our ancestors, then why does it frighten us when it visits and tries to harm us?" Arinze questioned. "Ariy (short for Arinze), I don't know. Maybe next time it comes, we can ask it," Nneka replied thoughtfully.
By oduko solomon3 years ago in Poets
Buried at the Base of a Cavern in the Snow
Footsteps swallowed Eyes blinded Wind is howling Cold is biting Safety calls The cavern calls Escape the wind Escape the cold
By Bianca Cornelius3 years ago in Poets
"Celestial Tapestry"
Amidst the stars that grace the night, A universe of dreams takes flight. A tapestry of light unfolds, As stories of the cosmos are told.
By G Nithish3 years ago in Poets
In the moment
in the moment of stillness inhaling the looming mists of truth only to die as waves of doubt lapping at your roots and feeding into the networks
By Miss Riggie3 years ago in Poets
KNOWING MY TRUTH.
In the hush of twilight's tender embrace, I stand before the mirror, seeking a trace, A reflection deeper than mere skin and bone,
By Karly Cola3 years ago in Poets
Aflame
I have held this question This thought Before my tongue knew words It has tugged at my thoughts Eternally As constantly as my heart beats
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
A Relationship Now Served Cold
Thank you Oneg In The Arctic for the first line. I’ll laugh if this gets lifted She said Having no idea what she started in my head
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
A Stretch of My Imagination
I see a goddess in red No In bed Dressed in blue Her clothes suddenly evaporate She has a tattoo of a tree On each breast
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets
Destressing Through Poetry
It's been very warm plus stressful When I feel these conflicted obstacles I don't feel very creative Like my ability to craft stories vanishes from sight
By Mattie :)3 years ago in Poets
The Witness
I observe. When it becomes too much, I release what I have observed. I release what I have noticed. I release what I have felt.
By EYHCS3 years ago in Poets