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.

SHOT OF LOVE
... And her bullets weren’t fake They really killed, and in love, the heart stayed. That blood used to get stuck in the deepest emptiness of the soul,
By Stephen Betancourt5 years ago in Poets
The Witching Hour Waking
From the depths of sleep the watchers won't be denied sifting dreams, seeing whyfore art thou down deep and personal get up now, Witness
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
Through the Chaos, Dancing Through Sands
Show me the deepest scars you wear well hidden between the earth and the soles of your shoes. Let me in with your demons and become their friend.
By Amber Wolf5 years ago in Poets
Music Made Me
When the dark is holding you down Scream to the clouds and ride the wave. When the words of others start to hurt. Or when it feels like nothings going right?
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets
If I Were in Charge of the World
If I were in charge of the world no one would be in need. There would be no hungry mouths to feed. Horses would be able to fly.
By Melissa Gracia5 years ago in Poets
The Children of Night
drift through days on an endless flight Waiting for darkness, the Children of Night Their souls are bound in the daylight hours
By Kimberly Sweet5 years ago in Poets
Language Lessons
Semantic satiation happens when words or phrases are repeated so often and so closely together that they start to lose meaning for the reader or listener. I wanted to explore what that might look like in poetry, and how common words and phrases could be combined in uncommon ways.
By Maria Shimizu Christensen5 years ago in Poets
Ten thousand hours of solitude
Silence rings in orchestras of light. I am a sommelier of awe, a neural cross-wiring expert, as I pair my disparate senses
By Adriane Giberson5 years ago in Poets
Writing
I started to write a long time ago, Confined in words and phrases which sowed, My thoughts, my expressions, the ways in which I saw the world.
By Mihaela Vasileva5 years ago in Poets
Ode to Sharik
Sharik, underneath you’re the warmth, of the sunlight on concrete You’re the succulent blooming from the cracks Exposing their weakness
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
So Much To Lose
Some days are worse than most, I just go through the motions, I swear I feel like a ghost Nobody understands the sheer panic, how I feel when my chest is collapsing.
By Cassey Aguiar5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes, alone, I cry
Sometimes, alone, I cry But I know these tears wish me well That time and birds alone do fly I know that time they say, does tell
By senmial5 years ago in Poets