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.

We See What We Want To
hidden in the shadows of doubt, fear and regret I got lost in the shallows where it's hard to forget that nothing really matters
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden35 minutes ago in Poets
un-Till
I am a house that watched its own foundation crack, a soil that stole a sweetness it could never return. I remember the Tallahatchie not as a river,
By Meko James 43 minutes ago in Poets
Machine Made
It's bad luck to lean against the machine, Bad luck to smudge the paint on her curves. Worse luck to run fingertips through her
By Silver Dauxabout an hour ago in Poets
When Romantic Love Poetry Feels More Real Than Words
There comes a point in life when simple words are not enough. You try to explain what you feel, but everything sounds incomplete. That’s when I started understanding the real value of romantic love poetry.
By Abbasi Publisherabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Reciprocated
Sometimes it returns like rain in the distance Or waves on the verge edging the sand that it fell once * Though our memories burn
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Gea’s Crystal in LoreMira
At last, Gea’s soul recognizes itself in a silence so thick it almost has weight, as if the world had been holding its breath
By Lorena Alonsoabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
I live within a darkness Unknown to the light I find comfort in the land Of nightmares and frights For I’m a creature of destruction
By Edward Valabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Enforced Awakening
I knew in the time Between becoming awake in bed And walking out the door Oh About an hour or so later That it changed
By Sarah Campbellabout 14 hours ago in Poets
The Old Choreography: Not Him Exactly
He came back in the season when hospital corridors always smell faintly of boiled rice and disinfectant, which is to say he arrived wearing the same brown windbreaker from 2004, the one with a broken zipper
By KURIOUSKabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Penguins Can Fly
In Pittsburgh steel, the Penguins rise and claim, With Sidney Crosby leading through the fray, Five Stanley Cups have etched their golden name.
By Clyde E. Dawkinsabout 21 hours ago in Poets
You've Got It Comin' Back
i sit for hours underneath your window me and the moon, just hanging round found a sense of peace, in limbo caught a beat, but we never made a sound
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Poets
Resurrection - Tomb
I'm going to say it - I knew what you were going to say !!! I'm going to say it - I know what is in your mind, your thoughts ....
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets