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.

Surreal Musing
Remember when the trees started singing, and the stars danced, and we became the sky? The Milky Way sparkled through my hair, comet light and stardust clinging to your fingers, getting under your nails when you kissed me.
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Poets
Rise, Even When You Are Broken
When nights grow heavy upon your chest, And hope feels like an uninvited guest, Remember this—your shaking soul Was never born to lose control.
By Daily Motivation7 days ago in Poets
I Am Alive - Yes, But The Grass Seems To Be Having Condensation Today, Yesterday - I Don't Know (That's Water - If You Asked, That's Water)
I have woken up, and peed on a grass before! That might not seem sanitary, but I am human - and also peeing is natural! I have woken up, thinking that the bathroom is outside, and I have never wanted to live inside with any person!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"8 days ago in Poets
It's Snowing!
Morning, before the sun’s break Heater’s rumbling like thunder when I arise Dry and bleary-eyed ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎‧*❆₊⋆ I trudge through the laundry crowded hall
By K.B. Silver 8 days ago in Poets
Blazing Withcery
A disarray of fire and wind. She directs the end like water, Moulding to her cup. .,.,.,.,.,.,.,., Lonely, perhaps, but hiding the uncaring
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 8 days ago in Poets
Rejection
We crave connection, a force that outweighs all else, drawn to a beacon, though flawed, it holds great worth, and our hope is vast, immense.
By Moon Desert8 days ago in Poets
A Splinter Saves the Day
Cheers to clouds that rain colorful tears! These clouds shield the sun-bleached, hopeful piers. Growing fonder as I ponder,
By Rowan Finley 8 days ago in Poets
Creating Compelling Characters for Your Story
Ever thought about bringing characters to life, born from your very being? I'll let you in on what kind of flavour to use.
By Moon Desert8 days ago in Poets
The Warmth Of Awakening
winter held the edge as the sun danced on the shore stirring her slumber
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 days ago in Poets
The Art of Silence: Whispers of a Broken Heart
In the middle of a crowded street, I stand, A ghost with a pen in a hollow hand. We speak in echoes, we smile for show, But where do the tears of the midnight go? We build our walls with bricks of gold, To hide the stories that remain untold. A thousand "friends" in a digital space, Yet not a soul to touch your face. But even a star needs the dark to shine, And these broken pieces are purely mine. For in every crack where the light leaks through, I am finding a version of me that’s new.
By Soul Whispers8 days ago in Poets
Feelings Converge: A Sudden Surge, a Forming Path, a Tangled Thread
Feelings flash like lightning, mixing, like a kaleidoscope's colours. First one appears for a time, warming its space,
By Moon Desert8 days ago in Poets
Rise
RISE Do you ever feel like you don’t want to wake up, But you hate being asleep? Like the day ahead is too much to face,
By Sharon Gentry8 days ago in Poets