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.
Shifting Realities
The universe, the main one we all circulate about; is just one of many. Filled with many- millions. Going from one place,
Honey
Beauty in the strangest of places Velvet painted roses Strawberries and cream Itching for something sweet Like honey rolling off the tongue Sickly sweet words Tell me with haste All your deceptions in one place For me to absorb Pretty little lies Even more beautiful than twilight nights Twisting tall tales Siren to my shore I eagerly await your hypnotic melodies Take me to the undercurrent of song Break me out Lead me on
Tressa RosePublished about a month ago in PoetsVultures
Vultures all That is our culture now They fly in for a bite Once they’ve got what they need They take flight Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsWe’re All Fake
We’re all fake Inside and out Over baked from this emotional drought Never taught how to interact Always giving the wrong reaction
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsMonday mornings
A hang over and a hot shower And a 5 more minutes before I have to leave A multivitamin A vape bought in a dire moment An Advil
If I Left Here Tomorrow-2
If I left here tomorrow Would you even notice? Or would you carry on Until you could find someone else to provide my services
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsIf I Left Here Tomorrow
If I left here tomorrow Would you even notice? Or would you just notice all the unpaid bills All of the uncooked meals
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsHalo
They call it her halo. An immense ring, like an inverted iris. A celestial crown adorning her weary brow. Teardrops ooze
Antoni NimaPublished about a month ago in PoetsEthereal Wanderer
In fields of gold, where wildflowers sway, There danced a girl with eyes like day. Her laughter rang like silver bells,
The Vulture
There's a bird in my brain Peck, peck, pecking At my sanity. My humanity. . It's a vulture That's tearing through sinew,
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 2 months ago in PoetsA Tapestry of Friendship
In the tapestry of life, friends are the threads, Binding our hearts in the loom of shared dreams. Through the highs and lows, their presence steads,
Man at the Window
Man at the window, pretending he’s just like me, don’t know what he wants, best leave things at the window, pretend he didn’t see me.
James GreenPublished 2 months ago in Poets