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.
I’m a cat
I’m a cat, And I look outside a window. I’m warm and safe, inside here, so I never go out there. ____________ I’m a cat,
Josh ClementsPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBroken Songbird
There was once a time when I lived with You Listened to You With You To Your songs, I heard You sang And sang often
Thavien YliasterPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSKILL
Can’t be asked I’m getting ill Rainy days are not a thrill Box of tissues brings big Issues…. Nose Is going runny still But my rhymes are like a skill
Haychie_ArtistPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Last Man Standing
He stands tall and faces his enemy, Pride rides his back in a show of strength, He’ll stand his ground knowing he has his empathy,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 2 months ago in PoetsLife is Darkness
Dear friends and acquaintances, the world is too cruel for me.. people are so selfish… I don’t have any support in my entire life—
Meghan LeVaughnPublished 2 months ago in PoetsReflection Of Polluted Art ///
Enter my world of reality inflicted with perpetual dualities! The internal dialogue I have with myself is an endless drafted encyclopedia
Porcelain Daggers
Jagged porcelain drops dripping down a celestial dome, strategically building pace to start breaking down the sky, then in battalions of white daggers,
Antoni NimaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Abyss
“I have grown tired of waiting to die so I guess I'll just live now.” These are the words I wrote in my journal on the first day of June, 2021.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Magical Marshmallow Tour
Imagine yourself in a stream or a park In a little boat or on a little bench Candyfloss trees and marshmallow skies You hear a voice echoing, calling you
Paul StewartPublished 2 months ago in PoetsReflection Of Polluted Art //
I'm a wrath some poet reincarnating within the words of a stolen spiritual Entity. The vibration of our soul's heartbeat infinitely
Closure
Even though I know it is over I have not heard your voice in so long I just wish we had closure I miss you so Every day I do my best to grow
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsINTP "The Peacemaker Logician"
With introspective gaze and mind profound, The INTP, a soul of logic's might, Doth ponder deep where truths yet may be found,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in Poets