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.
The Shut-in
The Shut-in Peek through the peephole. Behold the ghosts Of childhood shadows. <> Hungry. Alone. Forever. Forever hungry and alone.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBrooks And Tillie
His name was Brooks Her name was Tillie He was a crook, and he stole Tillie's heart A boy back from the war She ran the company store
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThrive or Die
Amidst the wild, the challenge is clear, Be bold and strong, or succumb to fear. Courage is the armor in nature's test,
Jay KobayashiPublished 3 months ago in PoetsArmor
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsInterstellar Love
Abyss, I fall for you Before the light of day Can penetrate the Darkness of your Ego. Free, and unbound by
Salomé SaffiriPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSeeking
Whispers, fleeting turn to Serenades As bodies cascade Across Velvet And silk until Light of the afterglow
Matthew FrommPublished 3 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
Postcard From the Grave
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Cathy holmesPublished 3 months ago in Poets On Love, Despair And Everything In Between
Oh this all-powerful idea : that this life is the only one. This life that persists for eternity, the soul, even beyond death,
"RAIN IN THE DESERT"""
I woke up today. This morning I realized Iam grateful in every way to write the words in a way of hearing rain splatter
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Year to Keep Going
It's 2024, a new year so they say, Yet everything feels the same, Just a different day, The same corruption, wars, and words of blame.
Happy Birthday
Happy? – you hurt me, eye for — I I guess we were both just kids searching for answers In this mess it's kind of messed up right?!
Sweet NothingsPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBreakaway
Every day is the same, Monotonous. Will I ever be free to flex my brain? Spontaneity, Does it still exist inside of me?
Danielle Elizabeth AndrewsPublished 3 months ago in Poets