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.

City-scape
Projected past crooked hingeway internext street signs crosswise sidewalked stadium on a gameless night, the shopfronts shapeshifting into used car dealership and bookshop bakery and butcher become one
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Beside The Beatles Plagiaristically
Today I have had a terrible day, just things going wrong, and like always I dealt with things. I didn't even feel like writing, then I remembered I had put the Plagiaristic Poetry series in place. I wasn't sure then I thought of the Beatles' "B" sides to tell a story of someone who, when they are down has someone in their life to inspire them and help them deal with issues.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable Bonds
In the depths of sorrow's embrace, I stand, With tear-stained cheeks and trembling hand, A tribute woven from love's endless thread,
By Victor UZOMA3 years ago in Poets
Slipping in the Current
Time became fluid, Poured un-ending As we tried to swim Against a current, Propelling us onward Caught in the ladder, But catching snippets
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
New Decade, I Welcome Thee
New Decade, I Welcome Thee ᛏ|| ♉️ Before you read, this is inspired by both Lux et Obscurum and my upcoming 30th tomorrow (Tuesday, 06/20). May you find this mantra powerful and helpful as well. 🖤🧿
By CyCy3 years ago in Poets
Silence
Praying to the ceiling hoping something will finally give. No one can hear you because no one is listening. No one has been listening this entire time.
By Jasmine Harris3 years ago in Poets
Into The Void
I hear the void calling my name. Whispering my name somewhere in the dark. I'm seeking out the monsters who live underneath my bed.
By Jasmine Harris3 years ago in Poets
Shifting
Every afternoon I have guests dressed in a myriad of greys. I listen to steel pillars speak of apathy and floating clouds of the silence of humility.
By OneWithPen3 years ago in Poets
Imagine...
Imagine... No not like John Lennon... Or Gal Gadot... Imagine... You had Only one day To say Everything You wanted to do or say
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Zainab's Triumph
Once lost and alone in a foreign land, Zainab's heart was broken, her dreams unmanned. Her husband had left without a word,
By Kanza 3 years ago in Poets
"Whispers of a Vanished Realm: A Poetic Tribute to the Lost World"
In a world now lost, whispers fade, Where beauty dwelled and dreams were made. Gone are the lands of untamed wonder, Leaving behind a silence, torn asunder.
By Sarath S3 years ago in Poets
Victoria Memorial
Victoria Memorial in Kolkata stands tall, A symbol of India's heritage overall, Its white marble shines in the sun, A sight to behold for everyone.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets