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.

Apparition of a Hermit
The crazy old hermit Is how I sometimes feel Anxiety and Amazon Prime can keep me locked away for days with no end in sight
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Rebirth
Waves crash upon the shores of my despair, As life grows harder, my mind is entwined in delusion’s snare, Digging deeper, seeking truths profound,
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets
Henchmen of Life
Hello me, confronting the actual self, In my personal abandoned processing, Most valued Protestantism! Hindsight is always 20-20,
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets
In the Now, touring online
Now You dont even need to go out you put a youtube channel and you are just outside in the world around You can just choose which country or which tour You wanna go to today
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Poets
Where's the off switch?
Where is the off switch? You'd think it'd be obvious It's not in the instructions It's not in the illustrations Where is the off switch?
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Sad Love Poem.
In the depths of love's sweet embrace, A tale of sorrow, a broken space, Where once two souls found their home, Now stands a heart, left all alone.
By Barnabas Payam3 years ago in Poets
Purpose, a Guiding Star
In the tapestry of life's grand design, There lies a thread, a purpose divine, A beacon that guides our wandering souls, To find our place, to make us whole. Like a compass in the darkest night, Purpose leads us to our inner light, A calling that ignites our very core, A mission that's worth living for. Sometimes obscured, yet never gone, Purpose beckons us to carry on, Through trials and doubts that may arise, It whispers softly, "Seek the skies." With each step taken, a path unfolds, A journey paved with stories untold, In the pursuit of what sets us alight, Our purpose blossoms, taking flight. Purpose lends strength in times of strife, A wellspring of hope that revives life, It weaves connections, hearts entwine, Uniting dreams with a grand design. Not just a destination, but a way, Purpose compels us to seize the day, To embrace our gifts, our talents share, To make a difference, to show we care. Through highs and lows, it stands the test, An unwavering guide to give our best, With purpose found, we learn to cope, And find fulfillment, love, and hope. So, in the quest to uncover your own, Let your heart listen, your soul be known, For within you lies a purpose bright, A star to follow, a guiding light.
By Samanta L. Burey3 years ago in Poets
Ascending to New Heights
Like a feather on the breeze, I ascend to newfound heights, With dreams that know no boundaries, And wings that embrace the light.
By Samanta L. Burey3 years ago in Poets
His Destiny to Destruction
The breeze scatters his thoughts like diamonds, Leaving the pain and lost dreams piled at his feet, He bends to rifle through the wastage, devastated,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
20/20 A VISION DEVINE . Content Warning.
In days of old, a tale we're told, Of Noah's courage, brave and bold. He warned and preached, with love sincere, A plea to listen, with hearts to hear.
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
Ashes
The walls have become a prison. They rise too tall, they block out the sun. Whatever we lost, we can’t remember. The control is gone, the past is forgotten. They played the odds badly, they surpassed us horribly. They gambled on their beliefs. They bartered and traded their lives away. The toxicity is in our lungs. It has lodged itself into our future. Nocturnal anxiety. These days leave me in a trance. What do we look forward to? Endless mis-colored sky? Never-ending homicide? The good times left us behind. I don’t have the strength to carry on. There is only time for one more song.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
"A Symphony of Life". Content Warning.
In the golden rays of the morning sun, A tapestry of life, a tale begun. Whispers of wind through trees do call, Nature's chorus, a dance for all. The river weaves its way through land, Gently caressing the shifting sand.
By muhammad ilyas haider3 years ago in Poets