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.

Interdependent & Interrelated
a grain of sand is no less important than the shore, a wave is no less important than the ocean, a ray of sunshine is no less important than the sun, a petal is no less important than the flower,
By Vipul Bhesania3 years ago in Poets
"Here we go again"
Here we are again, my treacherous friend, I’ll write a few words, just like you did then… I love these cold streets they are pleasant for talk
By Bleda Senka Stranca3 years ago in Poets
Infinite Dreamer
Infinite Dreamer drowses amongst vistas of stars, galaxies, myriad lights and infinite velvet dark… All the while dreaming visions of sunny days, horses, rain, kids in the park
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Captain Trips
Crashing ocean of Waves and water Cannot cover Sounds of slaughter -------------- Fallen tube Shattered on floor Broken seal
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
I Wish
I Wish It’s one moment in time that I see, A brief expose’, a gentle soul’s plea. To walk and share just once more, A word or memory, perhaps some lore.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Desperation. Content Warning.
She cries out loud for restitution as she calls out His name. Rather it be in anger, disgust, or sadness. Broken promises, faulty actions, and false words have only led to heartbreak. Nothing but tears out of despite of anger and hurt.
By Deborah Portillo3 years ago in Poets
Nocturnal Mistress
Oft, alone, I wander the night through shadows, fog, on dim-lit streets A nocturnal mistress seeking one good bite I fail to embrace the concept of fright
By Marilyn Glover3 years ago in Poets
Tangled wires
..A fire hazard embarks my disposition, trapped!! With an inclusive connectivity no Wi-Fi or Landline To triangulate this location,
By CleverWordz3 years ago in Poets
Color Blind
..Grey skies were always my emotional clouds, As I enclose my eyes Darkness reveals my credit score ancestry or perhaps my slips were unseen in
By CleverWordz3 years ago in Poets
What Grief Does
Grief tears the heart open like a sharp knife. Clean cut. But blood doesn’t ooze. It’s the rivers of God that are free now melting into the oceanic love that resides there. Sadness slowly turns to inspiration when his light merged with mine.
By Vipul Bhesania3 years ago in Poets
It's September
It's September, and the plantations are burning with red and gold, Also, the evenings with dew are weighty, and the morning's sharp with cold;
By Edris Post3 years ago in Poets
A Child's Abuse
A mother's love Is Everlasting Always The front row Seat While embracing Her Concert ticket Except The performance
By CleverWordz3 years ago in Poets