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.

Roses of Sorrow
Roses of sorrow, Without a tomorrow, Devoid of mirth, Craving rebirth. A barren soul In a garden of ghouls, Its lifeless eye
By Jūlija B.3 years ago in Poets
Ode tae a Caunle
Thay see ye as juist anither bittie o’ junk or piece o’ clatter * An orniment tae gaither dust ignored an’ mislippen oh it’s faur frae just
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Old Faithful: More Than Just a Blue Sweater
Just a sweater A gift A necessity Nothing special on the surface Just a few, fine stripes Along the chest And a prominent
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Sunwise Wisdom
In the realm of skies, where wisdom's spun, There reigns a star, the radiant sun. A beacon bold, from dawn till dusk, Its golden rays, a gift to us.
By GANEWA 3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Rain
Rain it is painfully unjust how some have come to loath you they use umbrellas to reject your peppering kisses run indoors to escape your cathartic touches
By B3 years ago in Poets
Ode to my bed; my sanctuary... my purgatory
There is no place more unencumbered for the mind to exist than within a bed, so the dreamers say and I agree You have always been there for me
By B3 years ago in Poets
Cat's Cradle
Bokononism? New language; genius story... Not just child's play. At peace with his world... * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
Book of Blood
This is our book of blood We wish it was written in love We wish it was written in ink But it’s written in lives lost To the drink
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Cassandra of Chilton Hall
My love forever resides In the dark recesses Of Chilton Hall. Under the cold damp ground, She rests for eternity. Every night she walks in my dreams.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow Just Called in Sick
Tomorrow just called in sick. Says he’s not showing up. He asked Saturday to cover for him - but that’s going to work. *
By Joe Luca3 years ago in Poets
Stubbornness and Persistence
Fortunate to survive the night time hours, Appreciative of the now dawning light, Plans to sail through the valley of curiosity today,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Some Days...
The insane or the holy, The calm or wild release. The days of endless chaos, the nights of healing peace. Some think I have the choice to choose,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets