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.
is not the end, this
The world is losing me Day by day, little by little It would be foolish to believe, that This is where I'm supposed to be
The Invisible WriterPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLife
As a child it was expected Blessed to live a life protected Calling to the wind wide open running free from just because
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsVacancy in Their Eyes Cries the Heart
Where did you go, friend? Inaccessibility. Emotionally.
Rowan FinleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsDrippy Walls
I like ice-cream, but when the walls drip like ice cream on a cone in the hot summer days it makes me feel disgusted. When I watch the drip I gag, but I then realize that without the drip in this four cornered small room, the wallpaper would be so thin and perplex.
Aubrie BellePublished 3 months ago in PoetsResilience Under the African Sky
Within the heart of the savannah, where the sun kisses the soil, Lived a youthful African young lady, her soul filled with gaiety.
Precious JudePublished 3 months ago in PoetsGlass Voices
An angel to behold Beauty in simplicity of movement Compels hearts to fall aflutter, Docile and domestic creature Everything but no one-
Katrina ThornleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe trendtanglement of Connie and Blythe
*The following poem was written for Vocal Media's Abcdearian challenge, and is inspired by the creative geniuses of Lewis Carroll and Roald Dahl. Please enjoy!
Hooked
You are the love of my Cobain, the blood on my blade, and you’re no good for me baby, no good. You are the pin in my grenade, can’t pull you away. I need you, but you’re no good for me baby, no good.
Desmond RazzanoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFalling
I wrote this late at night when my heart felt heavy, burdened under a myriad of emotions. // The feeling of falling Unaware, so suddenly, before warning or panic, my brain feels lightheaded
Adina JunaidPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA failed Obsession
Putting the ocean in a jar I dropped it in a vast desert Near the equator On the call of the moonlight On the fourteenth night of the moon
"Whispers of Release"
In shadows of the past, where memories glow, A tale unfolds, of learning to let go. Yet, in the dance of time, a paradox we find,
Laiba AhmedPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA monster came and swallowed the sun
A monster came and swallowed the sun I lit a candle and welcomed the beast inside I am desperate to make peace washing bloody paws