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.

Writer’s Block
Sometimes, I get mired in the mode of the sage, The deluge of thinking, the whirlwinds of thought – In time, my brain tires, like a cat in a cage,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Mystery
Neither black Nor white describes you. Mystery a shroud That billows all about you. Hands of ice stretching Fingers apart.
By Monica Spirit Hawk6 years ago in Poets
The Worm
He walked around The mall for days With nothing much to do No job, no funds, No schedule, too He was Just out of school
By Stephen Richards6 years ago in Poets
Life
Life is like a secondary road. Sometimes we're going at the velocity we want, things happen smoothly and there's no obstacles on the way. We reach our destination on time and full of positivity. But other times, there's works on the road, there's a slow driver in front of us or we might need to detour to get to where we want to be.
By Ana Baptista6 years ago in Poets
TIME..
A work of art is twisted surrendered to design, the grains of sand fall through the glass, morphing into what will be the blood of father time,
By Chris Tucker6 years ago in Poets
None of the Above
Senselessness troubles me into my weakness I’ve forfeited love unprovoked The silence is killing me, but I won’t surrender to the deafening
By Cassie Smith6 years ago in Poets
Universe
We are ants. The Universe is vast and we are mere ants. With the ability of consciousness. Ability. We have been thrust the magic of thought.
By Becca Vega6 years ago in Poets
Fear
Fear begins with invisible tears, Creating discomfort around peers, Which Causes disruptions near, The point where it’s hard to hear.
By Kantshens6 years ago in Poets
Looking at The Blues
~ What thoughts do we suppress in that expression of resignation? The Spoken Sigh I hear a silence ev’ry day, As if the world has turned away,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Horizon to Horizon
~ When one spends a lot of time by oneself, one learns to talk to oneself … not in the familiar absent-minded way that we often do, but with a serious bearing, asking oneself important questions, and pondering the possibilities and the connectedness of the past and the future … and the all-important here and now.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Shades of Bittersweet
In Oriental philosophies, we sometimes encounter the yin-yang, a symbol that expresses the balance of things in life, referring to the universal opposites, such as positive and negative, good and evil, darkness and light, hot and cold, and so forth. On a more personal level, we experience life in moments of ups and downs; there are those times we think of as sweet and easy-going and other times of bitterness and hardship. At any moment in life, we can look back at the progression of events and the best we might be able to say is that it has been bittersweet.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
The Illusion of Freedom
What does "Freedom" actually mean? How would you define it? This word, so easily used, can seem Elusive when trying to decipher it.
By Lorna M6 years ago in Poets