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.

scandal
as i stand at the alter and look at you i start to realize i dont know who you are anymore. everything i have been putting in the back of my head starts to rush through my thoughts. the girl you told me you didnt know but so obviously do. the talks when i poured my heart out and you reminded me that im too sensitive. what about the girl you told me not worry about but eventually became a problem? do i dare believe anything you have said to me? do you actually love me as much as you say you do or do you say those things because you know theyll make me stay?
By Savanna Mapes5 years ago in Poets
Truth
We live in a Formless world Nothing lasts because All is Potential Transience is our Essence Our birthright is expansion
By its really good to see you5 years ago in Poets
The Visions
You lay silent in your bed listening to the surroundings around you, the dead silence falls upon your ears like a cell door slamming shut for the last time. You gasp as your mental state starts to play tricks on you, tossing and turning while trying to fall into the sleep of a newborn baby, you find yourself reaching the rem stage of your final minutes.
By Tim Lunsford5 years ago in Poets
Advice from the Moon
The sun looks to the moon for advice On how to handle the long dark nights But when something is just second nature How do you explain it? Well the moon tells the sun “You were not created with the fire in your atoms to be dark Just as I was not created to shine the same light At night Try understanding and except who you are Don’t change the parts that aren’t broken If you can rise as the sun shines light With every touch, every whisper, and every laugh Then when night falls I will lay waiting To pull you in just as the moon does With the ocean tides".
By Allison5 years ago in Poets
FOG STEPS
Footsteps. Fog steps. Fog. Steps in, leaving behind its tangible, melting coat. Voices all muffled, scuffle amidst the crackling fireplaces.
By Anvi5 years ago in Poets
He is always watching
He is a tall slender man His eyes are grey and emotionless He wears dark jeans and a grey shirt with holes in it He does not care what he looks like
By BrePauls5 years ago in Poets
The Cat Next-Door
Sometimes I put too much stock In what you think Of me Of him Of her Of them Of the fucking cat next-door Sometimes I hear you coming
By Jason White5 years ago in Poets
Indigo Caravan
there is a silence of wisdom and a silence of ignorance i wander in both, one is a cave another is an ocean between them, lies a journey that is timeless
By Rashminder Hargis5 years ago in Poets
Requiem of Rot
When I grew I took a walk, T'was long I might have thought Though all of which occurred Is but the requiem of rot. The pass that lies ahead
By MK Callahan 5 years ago in Poets
Sacred
I decided to build a sacred space So I built up tall walls. They were sturdy and thick. I laid the floor. Board by board the space took shape.
By Christine Nelson5 years ago in Poets
I was married once
I am an Evolutionist. In my next life I want to be a barn swallow a percussionist in the cerulean symphony wings pounding wind
By Haze Medley5 years ago in Poets
Secret love, a kind of radiant gothic
The first time I saw you, I was able to see the parallel lines in the red dust, and when I raised my head and lowered my eyebrows, I could take you into my eyes. The distance is within reach, the untouchable is the heart shore, soulful thoughts, a thought long red dust resentment. The sun shines brightly when you can't see the ending, and you don't dare to write the story on a beginning, there is no beginning of the story most complete, complete is a person's thought, a person's thought, a person keep the infatuation full of pay water. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you are doing.
By Guiscard5 years ago in Poets