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.
Meditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsKeeper Of Secrets And Linen
Standing in silence Holding all that is within Guarding skeletons *
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 2 days ago in PoetsJohn Wick’s First Date He’ll Never Forget!
John Wick, the renowned hitman known for his flawless taste, is going crazy inside his opulent house. Closets are raided, drawers are wrenched out, and every nook and cranny of the room is hurriedly examined.
Ewa PatokaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsMemories Finished and Cleansed
Beneath the fading twilight sky, Memories wounded and buried deep, In the flow of passing time, Erased by hands of hopeful sweep.
Wishorizon76Published 2 days ago in PoetsIn my eyes I carry my father’s rage and my mother’s sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSoul Eclipse
Everlasting lessons Karma tithes you Change unapologetically opens its floodgates Leaving us to face the darkest shadows held true.
Sierra Kealani AntistaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsEclipse at Eventide
Eventide for me Comes in clouds upon the sea Like ships of heavenly orbs that hide In swirls of night right close beside
C Jyl ParkerPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMore Than A Number
* Let me be as I was made for numbers don’t define me Not height or age or width of waist I am more than what you see
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 days ago in PoetsBifocal Decay — a Canopus
Neither particle nor rhythmic wave Survives not first embarkations intact Nor follows our rules, nor duly behave Predictably, nor consistently act
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 days ago in PoetsDestroy
I watched you wallow in cowardice and leave me completely undone Now you'll watch me as I destroy the sun I saw you kill the final piece of loyalty left in me but now there's none
Anna TorresPublished 3 days ago in PoetsReactor 4
I only ask that you get what you deserve. After all these years of putting yourself first. I can't deny the shock nor the relief that somehow still hurts. It was either you or me that needed to leave and I don't know which way was worse. I'm glad I didn't lose my nerve. I'm glad you can't swallow me up anymore. The fallout was endurable because I had already planned on radiation poisoning. I witnessed the meltdown of our egos flush away any chance at redemption. I knew you weren't infallible but you still had to prove you were. How do I redefine myself when you were the one defining factor? What more can I disregard? Every single red flag and inconsistent flaw? Who was I before the procedure of lobotomy? You left me in standby mode and now I'm in recovery mode. Who am I after this hypothetical treason? If I remember the despair, then I remember everything. If I ever said forever, then I'm sure I meant it at the time. I watched these events unfold as if I wasn't an active participant. Life just happened as if I had no will or choice. I could have altered my course and sailed for new waters. Instead, I sat the helm and marooned this shipwreck into hostile Mercury. I tried to even the score and keep three steps ahead of you. Why did we treat this love like a competition? This board game of a marriage was a crooked one from the start. Rewards and punishments were the way I demonstrated my resolve. How could we have spoken the truth that everything was falling apart? How did I ever believe that you were redeemable once? I don't know if certainty will ever find me but I will search for it with the utmost sincerity. I've already pivoted from scheduled unhappiness. Deviating from unwelcome reality and inevitable consequences. I always wanted more but you always settled for less. The strongest commitment was the one I could only make for myself. It's just a flimsy word when actions don't align and you never follow through. I kept projecting the worst I could imagine and you still somehow managed to undermine even that. This broken alliance hasn't summoned a surrender out of me yet. I am still loyal and devoted, just to myself. You had me wallowing in pity notions and unfounded doubt. Because of you, selfishness is something I could do without. You were the collateral damage in the war against myself. You continuously chose yourself over everyone else. Somehow, you still bring out the worst in me. Somehow, I still let you have this profound effect on me. What is this hellfire I keep waltzing through? Why do I allow this hysteria to continue? Will this lunacy ever end? When will your ghost stop haunting me and let me move on? I have new elevations to conquer. I have more sights to behold. I must cut out this cancer like a tumor in order to heal. This meltdown is imminent and must be shut down. I can't escape the contamination but I can escape you. We have been hazardous to ourselves and it's time for inoculation. My gas mask is useless but it's still my best defense. I will go left while you go right. I can't focus on you anymore if I want to flee from radiation sickness. I can still make it out alive. I know I can
Anna TorresPublished 3 days ago in PoetsReflections of Fate
Mother, I am but a fragment of you, A cloth longing to imbue a different hue, A caged bird yearning to soar free, Uncertain whether I'm the black swan or the white.
Wishorizon76Published 3 days ago in Poets