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.
Harboring Happiness - Day 3
Today in harboring happiness, I wear a baggy, sage green t-shirt with the printwork of an iguana riding a bicycle. I smile at the silliness of it all.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsThe World Is His Oyster
He stands listening to the breeze whisper its secrets upon his ears, In tune to the musical whistle of history re-writing today,
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsCosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsYes, But Only With You
In my dream, we claim the lonesome shady oval of the dandelion field and lounge on a blanket whose only sentiment is that we are both impressed by its color.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished about 7 hours ago in Poets"RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MAN'S WIFE"
RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MANS WIFE! I AM OKAY AS AN ECCENTRIC MOM & GRANDMA! As a woman I had to write this from my heart and soul
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsSchrödinger's cat
I am Schrödinger's cat. Dead and alive inside a burning box. Dreaming and not dreaming in the shadow, in the light. Breathing smoke and not breathing at all.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsMy Dearest Thunderstorms
My Dearest Thunderstorms, Oh, how you electrify my world! Your arrival is like a clandestine affair between the heavens and the earth. When your dark clouds gather, I feel a thrill in the air, a promise of something wild and untamed.
Sarah SegrawskiPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsSaanson ki dori: The secret of mother's love
Mother, as long as the string of your breath lasts, You smile softly, Before your feet slip on the path, I am standing with both my hands outstretched,
Mange Ram sainiPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsPeers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsGhosts
I wake up in bed With different people Ghosts all, of future and past. I wake up to faces Unheard and unseen Places never been.
Apoorva UpadhyayPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsPeriod of trouble 😞
whenever in life There is a period of trouble. when outside noises are too loud so you listen to your ears put it inside somewhere in these ears something like this should not happen In which there is plenty of solution for this era.
Breakfast
i’m not gonna tell you pretty lies, i’ve neither the time nor the inclination someone else can regale you with gussied up tales of right and wrong