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.

11:11 ON THE CLOCK
11:11 lingers on the clock, for what seems like an eternity. Serendipity smiles on two lovers in the dark, "Marry me" playing a smooth sweet melody, while fingers on her skin take stock. We touch lips, you feel the words beat a rhythm, drops of desire keep the time. "Love has finely shown her my way"...
By William Rudyard3 years ago in Poets
💖BUBBLE GUM
STICKY LOVE 💕 - You Jammed my concentration To the Beat Of your DRUM 🥁... I Became Plagued by your manners. BUBBLE GUM
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
I Dreamt, I Didn't
Kill the night. It's late & I'm tired of sleepless replies to my idle curiosity. The accords of men & their fears. If I were a god
By Ernesto Lacero3 years ago in Poets
Beauty Knows No Bounds
In a world where beauty knows no bounds and diversity in style and grace abounds, There lies a tale of women so bold, who adorn their heads with tales untold.
By Gloria Anderson3 years ago in Poets
An Ironical Symphony of Folly
In the realm of Hate, where Alexander’s deeds fade, Humanity, in its folly, bows and prays, To prejudice, they sanctify, their minds ablaze.
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets
Boxing With Ghosts
The wirings are shot. It is this unholy business I find myself dragged to the depths of. Faith & whatever else whistled by
By Ernesto Lacero3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Weather in Her Eyes
In the realm of weather's waltzing grace, Where nature's brush paints the sky's embrace, A tale unfolds, enchanting and wise,
By Muneeb Ahmed3 years ago in Poets
Golden
Thick, thin, and golden. Slice of life, bolden. Walking into the room, she. Heaven sent thee. Eyes, piercing gaze, walking within the maze.
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Beyond the Shattered Veil
Lie beside me, reveal what you have done, Truth’s balm shall mend wounds, a promise not undone. Perhaps the past truths are now lost and gone,
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets
The Fish in the Trees
I saw a fish in the trees Swimming through the branches With its fins and its scales Glittering in the sun. I reached up to touch it
By ebube orjiakor3 years ago in Poets
The House of Mirrors
I walk through the house of mirrors, My reflection following me. I am lost in a maze of images, All of them me. I see myself young and old,
By ebube orjiakor3 years ago in Poets
The Dream
I dreamed I was flying, Soaring through the air, Free as a bird. I could see for miles, The world spread out below me. It was a beautiful sight.
By ebube orjiakor3 years ago in Poets