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.
Safe Space
Wake me from this nightmare, and meet me in my dreams. My chaotic world isn’t as bad as it seems when compared to that of a masked reality.
Annie EdwardsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFor Soldiers
I throuh this poem will releate with your emotion towards the soldiers that I have written this poem for the hardworking of the soldiers towards their nation so, lets enjoy the poem.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in Poets"IN MY DREAMS"
In my dreams, I lay here in my bed, in my room. I listen to music. I watch TV in my room, the movies, the candles, the sage,
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLife Seeks Destiny
I didn't realize I was blind until it opened my mind and what lies beyond the lines of reality, drew clearly into focus with impressivley immaculate clarity.
Chris GoslitskiPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDon’t Shoot The Messenger
Last night I had the most incredible, unbelievable, unfeasible experience of my entire life. I had a crazy dream about a place I've never been.
Chris GoslitskiPublished 4 months ago in Poets2am my 8am
2am my 8am darkened solitude patchwork brain overacts, interferes sleep, rest problems hidden plain sight stacked, nested
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPainting of Solitude
In the painting of solitude, tears fall, Forgotten verses, where the soul faints. In the twilight, silence dances alone,
Eduarda RodriguesPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMelancholic Night
In the dimness of abandonment, where hope fades, The tears of the moon fall, intertwined with sadness. The cold heart throbs, echoing loneliness,
Eduarda RodriguesPublished 4 months ago in PoetsForgotten Verses
In nightly whispers, where the echo weeps, Forgotten verses, in lingering tears it seeps. Portrait of loneliness, canvas of longing,
Eduarda RodriguesPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSolitary Horizon
In the cold heart, where hope fades, stars weep tears that the wind entwines. The moon, a silent witness of desolation,
Eduarda RodriguesPublished 4 months ago in PoetsYou-5
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsRefuge of Sadness
In the silence of dusk, where hope fades away, Forgotten verses dance in the melancholy's sway. Shadows cast their lament in a sad plea,
Eduarda RodriguesPublished 4 months ago in Poets