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.
Narcissist
Ego, the Big Bang, fills space, kills time, subdues the atmosphere Casts long shadows where stars once shined. Luminosity of speckled stardust dimmed, unnoticed in the glow of the self-absorbed orbit.
E.K. DanielsPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsLift the ribbon off my eyes
Every time I gave you another chance, you disappointed me harshly Clearly you could never see why metamorphosis was so important to me
Anna TorresPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsA Total Eclipse of the Heart
Enchanting and dreamlike a paladin appears Castigation an abandoned circumstance Lost in a mist of bitter forfeiture Inamorato with angelic aspects
Sabine Lucile ScottPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsFragile
Fragile is the glass-craft heart. So easily shattered upon the ceaseless sands of broken dreams. In your hand you once did hold, a power most obscene. And yet you did, with knowing force, upon the ground it shatter. Did not you once think, in your wildest revery, that your own dear self might be cut?
Alexander McEvoyPublished about 24 hours ago in PoetsMysteries
Exhales of promises fall from my lips Cascading wishes revealing a fix Lessons from questions answer doubt in my mind Impulsive thinking leaves believing behind
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 24 hours ago in Poets"Timeless Dream: Tribute to the Writer's Pen"
Unpretentious murmurs of ink dance, Making domains from simple words, In the writer's delicate daze, An orchestra of universes spread out.
Kamran AlamPublished a day ago in PoetsI Blame You, Moon
Empress of twilight and beyond, you’ve outstayed your welcome. Come alone, I asked you, yet you brought the night– libertine, fluid, and turbulent, swirling eddies through my voids, which were not for its blackness to fill. My silences were not your invitations.
Teresa RentonPublished a day ago in PoetsSomeone in the crowd
Walking through life unseen Squirming against the grueling odds Seeming to drift off despite The incessant swimming against the tides
Lukman AbdulwasiuPublished a day ago in PoetsEye sees
At the end of the day Feeling start to stray Paranoia of the day Seep in during the night's Crying for help through the fake smiles Eye screams for understanding which the visuals can't comprehend Hoping one of the many lovely irises Would ask - what's wrong? But rather it's tricked by superficials And smiles back instead Every one can see At least most can But the question is Who really sees?
Lukman AbdulwasiuPublished a day ago in PoetsDoes Anyone Know?
What is it all for? This daily struggle to be When everything ends
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished a day ago in Poets3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in Poets