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.

A Symphony of Light
In the cradle of dawn, darkness recedes, As the sun awakens, painting the sky. A symphony of light unfolds before me, A dance of colors, a resplendent lullaby.
By Mr.Poet3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Sea
Beneath the azure sky, I stroll along the shore, As waves crash and retreat with gentle might. The sea whispers secrets in foamy sighs,
By Mr.Poet3 years ago in Poets
Solitude's Embrace
In the realm of solitude, I find my solace, A sanctuary hidden from the world's embrace. Within the stillness, I embark on a journey,
By Mr.Poet3 years ago in Poets
Celestial Serenade
Beneath a celestial tapestry, I lay in awe, As stars sprinkle the night sky with their glow. A symphony of dreams unfolds above me,
By Mr.Poet3 years ago in Poets
Wishes
Somewhere in the depths of a fast running stream Lie the stones holding all of my wishes Tied with my innocent invisible string
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Who Would I Be
I wonder if the breeze remembers me On those long summer nights Playing under the moon and stars Restless and full of life
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Grid
THE GRID: Plugged-in//: light fantastic, a tale of circuitry or /story of urban lighting/ through the ages. Starting from torches to braziers, instigating
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
time to grieve
The woman I want to be, the mom I want to be, the wife I want to be is gonna require letting go of everything I thought I needed, letting go of the hurt that I owned so please give me time to grieve the little girl I never got to be.
By cheyenne 3 years ago in Poets
Love and Hate
Love and Hate Choose love It’s a thin line between love and hate. Sometimes it’s the little things that can send you moving over the line.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
The Garden Edge
“Jonathan… what did you do?” David says. Jonathan is seen walking slowly towards David down the shore with red smoke flowing around him. “Even now… you blame me for everything!” Jonathan screams as lightning shatters the sky around David but David blocks it off via green energy. “Jonathan! Stop! Please! I know you’re still in there. Remember me. Remember us. Please, Johnny! Come back to me. You don’t wanna do this!” exclaims David as he grapples with Jonathan. Jonathan scoffs: “You have no idea what I want. That’s always been your problem. And now it’ll be your downfall!!!”
By Devin James3 years ago in Poets
Stained glass masterpiece . Content Warning.
Stained glass masterpiece Brain injury, memory loss If you ever feel lost and alone. Don't. I feel like I’m trying to grab the last straw.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Changing Lanes
Changing lanes A new path The cold Arizona breeze, sun setting over the mountain peaks. I feel a sense of wonder with leaving it all behind.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets