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.

Installment I
I feel so fragile. I can soar at the smallest of compliments but shatter at seemingly innocent words. Words like "almost"; so lightly used by the speaker they seem like a flutter on the breeze, but in my mind cause waves of doubt and in my heart weigh heavy like a stone.
By darcie a7 years ago in Poets
My Mom Never Taught Me How to Apologize
I learnt that the lump in my throat Was a ball of all the words I didn't say The I love yous I swallowed I put all the I miss yous under my pillow
By functional junkie7 years ago in Poets
Sleep
We are not only sleeping when our eyes are close and mind is shut We are also sleeping when we don't have control over our life
By Jasleen kaur7 years ago in Poets
Patina
They’ve said "see you" and never seen each other again They’ve said "love you" and never loved each other again This isn’t a poem about leaving
By Roman Poliak7 years ago in Poets
Sleep Paralysis
I swear I hear something. I turn slightly on my side, glancing towards the noise. I see nothing. Shrugging I go to turn back over.
By Teya Hooper7 years ago in Poets
Memory
I can be human I can be object I can strike in your dreams I can interupt your conscious mind I make conflict between your feelings But I can bring back thoughts you once lost
By Angelique7 years ago in Poets
Frozen Still
In the beginning, there was hope. Now we are barely holding on to the rope. Day by day, I watch as the darkness grows. My heart breaks, yet they do not know. I could tell my heart, yet I wonder what good would that do when it is not heard from the start?
By Mindy Sleeper7 years ago in Poets
Healing Ain't Easy
“Going through a healing ain't easy. So many suppressed emotions, unwanted feelings, heavy heart, heavy breathing, fearing the anxiety will take me over. Feel like I'm going insane and off my game. I know it's a mental spirit warfare inside. Wanting to identify the troubles that still haunt me. Can't meditate it away. Wanting to just give up to my lower nature, I know I'll find the answer. Healing ain't easy I want it to hurry and pass. So many thoughts wondering what it could be; refusing to take any substance to just face it head on. If my individuality is gonna break I accept the power struggle over my fate... Healing ain't easy.”
By Trai R. Hawthorne7 years ago in Poets
Lemonade Tears
Lemonade tears are like Marmalade fears: coated up in your wildest imaginations Fruity shells of your smallest acts of compassion
By Cecilia + her tilted moons7 years ago in Poets
No Destiny
Never sold irreparable heart Oldest soul flarin bright within the coldest hold in the dark Like the stars, beyond light years and astrological charts
By Mac Ratchit7 years ago in Poets
Homo Sapien Examines Himself
I bring rage and bitterness in equal measure From the weighty past, dragging me back Every thought, every image, every memory
By Iain J7 years ago in Poets
My Greatest of Life's Gift Was to Give You Life
The best moment of my life was to see you finally arrive. Right away. I went out and bought the biggest pink bear I could find. Your mom was in great pain as she gave that last push and brought you into sight. I saw you crowning as you entered the world and into our lives. God told me that you would be a girl from the start, that is when fear crept into my heart for bringing a little girl into this world so cruel and dark.
By Jose Madera7 years ago in Poets