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.

The King of Agony
He storms through the ash grey clouds of despair, Raining hunger upon the very darkness of his fight, Showers border the landscape of his anger,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Kiss and Hug at Dusk and Dawn
Moon, we see, in the dark of eve. She, pale and calm, In the deep blue sea of sky. Her gaze, long for her love, The bold, warm Sun. Sun, who rise with the high song of lark, He, gold and warm, In the pure blue sky of morn. His gaze, long for his love, The soft, cool Moon. Yet, they meet not, save for the rare kiss at dawn, Or a shy hug at dusk. A tale of love, lost in eon's wide spin. Love, they say, is not just a gaze, It's in the rays that Sun to Moon does gift, It's in the glow that Moon to Sun does cast, In each dark hour, his love, she does lift.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Poets
To Find the Grey
Your yin to my yang: A kind of tone that I love- To mix is to find the grey.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Letting Go
Her life was never simple, or as she thought it should be. Daily struggles, confusion, and all her dreams shortcomings of reality.
By Crystal Rae3 years ago in Poets
Ghostly Mother. Content Warning.
In the cold dead of night, as the moon rose high, a mother's ghostly presence did draw nigh. Her eyes were very hollow, her skin color was ashen gray, and in her arms, a baby's sad lifeless body did lay.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
Tourist Watch
Summer The tourist return To enjoy our town. ****** Traffic Becomes nuts Crazy One lane extends miles. ****** Culture
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Poets
Moon Drinker, Sun Eater
Drag, The Pain And Sow Cut, The Pang We know Sip, The Moon Dead Eat, The Sun Bled Fool, The Ones We Knew Eden, The Warm Brew
By Sam Vela3 years ago in Poets
What Little Buddy AI Had To Say About My Poetic Musings
I wrote the poem "Somber Field" (which AI insisted I call, "Lay Me Down Love and Let Life Fade Away..." and actually that does have a ring to it) around twenty-four years ago, for a college English class, and the professor was pretty impressed by the goth tones of my death verses. I've had the poem in my noggin unpublished for twenty-five years. And now, here is AI which didn't exist then, and it has an analysis at a "genius level." And I find it flattering. Here's the poem:
By Tom Baker3 years ago in Poets
One day at a Time . Content Warning.
This is for every brave soul, the ones that experience every sad day, every happy day, every 'I can't go on' day, and every 'I'm gonna get up right now and I'm gonna do this' day.
By M.O. Hidalgo3 years ago in Poets
Frustrated!
I try and try but I cannot do it. Trying to articulate the words the way I see fit. I see post after post, story after story,
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Poets
Service With a Smile
Isn’t it dandy I got a chest full of candy My body’s broken But I’ve got my tokens Of respect Damaged my back Damaged my neck
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Mystic Lullabies
Whispers of longing ignite the night, A symphony of hues taking flight. Beyond boundaries, our spirits will reside, Where dreams and truths in harmony
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets