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.
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
Atomic HistorianPublished 30 minutes ago in PoetsCity of Sirens
I slept once, in a city of sirens. Red light: Hold still. Blue Light: Make noise as you go. I don't know the causes:
Lucia LinnPublished about an hour ago in PoetsWhy are we afraid to get old
Why are we afraid to get old Why are we afraid of wrinkles If we are all going to the same place If they show signs of wisdom
If They Could Speak
If animals speak, Would everyone's troubles grow small? Or would we spiral, Into a forbidden chaos? ----- ------- -----
J. K. AndersonPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsCigarettes and Cheap Highs
Novacaine shot into my gums, Blood left in my throat, Smoke on my tongue, And the perfect taste of my cheap high. Fuck I'm hungry for those nights.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsAt Mama Silva's
At the tail end of the night Cement’s too gritty on your back And fog blinds the alleys South of Spring Street. So you creak to your feet
Jean McKinneyPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsMirror, Mirror
Mirror, Mirror On the stand Tell me If you can Who is The one That has Already gone Over to the Dark side To live
Mother CombsPublished about 10 hours ago in Poetswhr r th vwls
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Paul StewartPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsPetals In The Snow
petals unfurl, penetrating the ground emerging through once stifled soil piercing the frozen grip of winters crown waking beauty displayed to be found
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsEchoes of Identity: A Journey of Self-Discovery
In the mirror's gaze, I sought my face, A reflection of self, a fleeting embrace. But what stared back was a puzzle untold,
Shwet Prabha BaiswarPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsSynchrony
Behead the conscious wrath obligated to scatter destruction! I believe evil must be punished, but that means I'm first in
The Ephemerality Of Beauty
The visceral fear of my evanescence the vast fleetingness of my being Have grown with me through adolescence my unending need to be seen
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 13 hours ago in Poets