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.

Crimes are increasing
Is crime increasing? ,≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Tell the old story. No effect Present actions are disabled. The language that was in circulation also wears out.
By Ahamed Thousif3 years ago in Poets
Tiny Love
Tiny Love I don't know why men doesn't find me attractive. Men finds me pretty but not pretty enough to be pursued. To be fair there are men who tried to pursue me but they are just out of my standards.
By JUST NICOLE3 years ago in Poets
Strong
Strong They said your own trauma makes you stronger. No, it did not. It made me weak, fragile, and lost. My trauma is the darkest corner inside my head.
By JUST NICOLE3 years ago in Poets
Walls
Walls Over the years I surrounded myself with tall and thick walls that no man can ever break my walls. I am indeed alone but at least,
By JUST NICOLE3 years ago in Poets
Anxiety
Anxiety I have anxiety, the shortness of breath, the trembling of my fingers, the feeling of numbness, the racing of my heart,
By JUST NICOLE3 years ago in Poets
Hatred
Hatred The hatred I feel for myself is rooted in the deepest part of my heart. I drowned myself with hatred that no love can make me un-hate myself.
By JUST NICOLE3 years ago in Poets
Know not why I get this
I again mistook to get you Maybe, it's second time or more. From lamb's eye to beast's jaw Nothing was there to shore. Oh, that only happened to scorn me
By Akshay Chaudhary3 years ago in Poets
DEMONS
I used to think that taming your inner demons was a matter of transcending them. I used to believe that the gnawing notion of "not good enough" would be silenced when I was able to move past my mind’s eye because of course, our inner demons do not base their case in reality.
By Catherine Nyomenda3 years ago in Poets
Burden Boulevard
Love broke up with Happiness Darkness stepped in Then Light turned to emptiness. Hope had an appointment with Future But met Disappointment on the way
By Mzingaye Ndubiwa3 years ago in Poets
If I was the rain
If I was the rain I can feel you from the face to neck, from hand to leg, from your skin to heart. I don't know, if you feel me or I feel you. But I know, you'll wait for a whole suffocated year just to meet the monsoon, meet the rain drops, to meet with me. I know I'm not here for the whole year, but I'm a mirror for you just to make you feel better by make your all sorrow from inner to outer side in the form of raindrops. I'll make faded all the windows to isolate yourself from the whole world. I wish if I was the rain, I'll carry all your pain. I wish if I was the rain.
By John3 years ago in Poets
Ant-Man Cosmos Holes
Oh, imagine Ant-Man, so small and grand, Venturing forth to an enigmatic land. Through a black and white hole's mysterious call,
By Jenny Huynh3 years ago in Poets
Pain In Purpose
waking up everyday mind going crazy and I'm overwhelmed understanding the reason cause of the season there's pain in this purpose
By I Am Sav Renee3 years ago in Poets