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.

In a Dream State
In a dreamlike state, I find myself Lost in a world that's not quite real Where the sky is pink and the grass is blue And the trees sing songs with a melodious hue
By shallon gregerson3 years ago in Poets
Call Of The Savage Heart
In dark and shadowy places, where love's flame yet burns, I tread a vicious path where anguish forever yearns, In these eeriest depths, where desperation takes hold,
By Jason Morton3 years ago in Poets
Lady Wind
Shadows fall across the light, Painting the day to sleep. Little angel leaflets float On auburn-amber wings And she is there,
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Poets
Twilight
Daylight Fades, Soft into abyss. Darkness lowers gently Coating each and every room With its nocturnal Splendor. Twilight
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Poets
My Jamaican Man
In the land of vibrant colors and tropical breezes, There's a man who fills my heart with ease. With the rhythm of reggae flowing through his veins,
By Joan Campbell3 years ago in Poets
The closer I get to you
The Closer I Get to You Chapter 1: Serendipitous Encounter It was a crisp autumn evening when fate intervened and brought Emma and Matthew together. They were both attending a bustling art exhibition in the heart of the city, drawn to the colorful strokes of passion and emotion adorning the walls. Little did they know that their lives were about to intertwine in a way they could never have anticipated.
By Joan Campbell3 years ago in Poets
Seductive Love's Fiery Dance
In the depths of passion's fire, where desire takes its flight, There blooms a seductive, sexy love, a flame that burns so bright.
By Ryan Mason3 years ago in Poets
If you are a giver.
We are often stressed by the fact that if we run out of the thing we have if we do not stop giving them but what if I tell you that you can never run of out kindness and love even if the whole world try to steal it from you cause at times God assigns roles to humans. and think it like this you have been assigned the role of a giver and so you spread love cause you have it in abundance and especially to those who lack it. sometimes just sometimes we regret oh why we poured from our cups ? because our cup was full and their cup was empty.
By shireen naaz3 years ago in Poets
The Wasp
There is a wasp in my gut, Cotesia Glomerata - that must be its name. Sound it out, Co - te - sia, Feel the burning, like an open flame,
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Love
In the vast expanse of timeless skies, Where love's gentle melody forever flies, I find solace in your tender embrace, A symphony of passion, an eternal chase.
By T Z3 years ago in Poets
The What
What is life? Strife? A wife? A quaint little life? Measure them all, compound, rife. A day full of numbers. To what amount?
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
"The Blossoming Resolve"
In Naruto's realm, a story untold, Episode ten, where mysteries unfold. Amidst the shadows, hope takes flight, A tapestry of courage, shining bright.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets