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.
Eroded Paths
If time would not erode the lives that we are livin And the wind carried the loads of the things that we've forgiven Could we paint us a picture
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 7 days ago in PoetsI blame my friend poem
I blame my friend and this is impossible That friend, I love what is said seems very sensible This is a very beautiful statement what he just said
el hariti adilPublished 7 days ago in PoetsSlipping
I know you see it As well as I feel it The sluggish descent From madness To utter insanity Hunger. . . It’s a grotesque slug
Sir ContraPublished 7 days ago in PoetsSpirits' Blessings
Spirit Blessings Torrents of rain upon my bed, While dreams splash about nothing said. It’s that kind of night again things waking me,
Dan R FowlerPublished 7 days ago in PoetsWho Am I?
When I was little, I played this Game, I walked to school and imagined that Nothing was Real. Or Was It? I Imagined that the Concrete of the Streets was Liquid,
Ute Luppertz ✨Published 8 days ago in PoetsThe Dandelion
The sun the moon and stars appear inside the dandelion The yellow fades, the moon grows near and the stars were made for flying
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 days ago in PoetsAsk me in December
Ask me in December, when the ground frozen and the tress dead. Ask me then about hope, when the bone-chilling cold of midnight has taken hold with its tight grip,
Sean ElliottPublished 8 days ago in PoetsLove Notes
Life likes dishing out its purpose Sent to remind us, that hope still floats Sweet memories scooped up like ice cream Love's simple sacred scribbled notes
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 days ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2024
Distance
Distance What is the distance between you and me? Is it beliefs, an island or the sea, Distance is what we create through the passage of experiences, emotions or transparency, or not as the case maybe.
Robert RawsonPublished 8 days ago in Poets A Story of Discovery and Desire
In the foggy gleam of nightfall, with the air thick with the commitment of summer, she felt a blending profound inside her. It was a sensation she couldn't exactly name, a shuddering of expectation that moved along her skin like the main murmurs of a late spring breeze. She lay underneath the shade of stars, her heart beating in musicality with the beating thump of the evening.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished 9 days ago in PoetsHarboring Happiness - Day 6
Today in harboring happiness, I have lost it. I think of brevity and how good things won’t ever last as long as we hope. With my friends who can sense my sadness and try to drown it with slobbery kisses, we continue our search and rescue in the field where stories begin and never end.
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 9 days ago in Poetsa flower
to be a flower is to bend and sway to blow in the breeze this way and that to never get to choose where the wind takes you
angela hepworthPublished 9 days ago in Poets