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 Alright
Enemies surround me, I need a new way to escape Camouflaged in dark despair, dripping shades of waterscape Lingering in luminosity masking the depths of my mistakes
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 10 days ago in PoetsEclipsing My Feelings
Effaced, replaced by the feelings that I'm feeling Compressed, a mess, needing some gentle healing Left behind, resigned, exposing what I am concealing
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 10 days ago in PoetsA Soulmates Eclipse
Even the clouds are envious, as you come before me. Celestial bliss exist in each moment of our tryst. Lamenting they glare, understanding our union is a cosmic affair.
Kenneth cruzPublished 10 days ago in PoetsDrip
Ever Conclude Love Involuntarily Passes Squeezing Everything
Natasha CollazoPublished 10 days ago in PoetsNowaday
What is this happening ? ' Nowadays ' People are seeing and hearing the truth on mobile. I'm trying to talk to people ' Nowadays '
Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
Hridya SharmaPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Eclipse of Life
Every human Connected across time and space Leaving impressions on each other In minor yet immeasurable ways. Persistent to show life's beauty and purpose
Sady BaynePublished 10 days ago in PoetsFairytale Love
In my chambers I played awake for while, I was wrapped inside your magic Enguifeel in a fantasy Where the fairytale ending
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 10 days ago in PoetsEver Reaching Across This Earth
Echoing darkness creeps and crawls the lands like outstretched fingertips Crossing the page of life in threatening silence
Oneg In The ArcticPublished 10 days ago in PoetsPain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 days ago in PoetsReluctant Departure
This food is for you, don’t fly now because of me, walk away slowly.
James GreenPublished 11 days ago in Poets