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.

The Couch
In a dream dew gleams streams mumble and I vanish a maiden who stumbles to a land of green mountains that seem like sentries. I meet
By Amanda Lyonsabout a month ago in Poets
Don't Panic
It washes over me like a scouring rag The beeps and rings nag On my ears and the tears on the other end Don't pretend to be anything but a constant cortisol eruption
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
Patience
Patience at a time when things are hard It's so weird to have such an odd start When sickness sets in it's a whole different game
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
Slipping By
Time slips by like a puddle on the floor I slip Then dip A subtle trip And years go by in that one movement What I meant
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
Torn
Torn in the middle Want both to thrive Doing my best To keep them alive I'm holding my hand out But it's a difficult split
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
Kintsugi
I loved, contained, in a pretty little box of delusion, as your words swept over me like a cold breeze - heavy, dusty, dark.
By DLCabout a month ago in Poets
I Had A "Boy-friend" Who Said These Words To Me Once - He Has Moved On - Been The Best Thing In Life, I Am Without Him, And Every Other Thing He Comes With - Hmmmm
So I was thinking about the only person in my life !? He said to me, I will never know what exactly a "MALE" wants - hoping I wanted him as a person !?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
The Ability To Use "Toxicity" To Produce "Energy", Is That What People Do In Some Part Of The World !?
Okay, I was beaten, 250 times, because - I want..... NO children !? Okay, I am never going to marry someone special, because - I want.... NO family !? Okay, I was sent to get my brain checked out, because - I want.... NO friendships !?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Sunday Remembers
i answer the call melancholy's time travel from my lazy boy
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Cinnamon Was Shackled
Cinnamon Was Shackled Verse 1 Cinnamon was shackled in the corner of the dream, Bound by threads of memory the daylight couldn’t clean.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a month ago in Poets
One Minute — Nine O’Clock
Quietful mystique — a feeling, perhaps mistaken — the moment I took for too long. The mystery of the soul and the brain. Brown eyes I was born with, a degree. Why aren't we free — a realm of questioning, reasoning about who is real? Are we?
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout a month ago in Poets
The Ledger of Broken Mirrors
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer. Tonight, we’re looking at a paper trail that leads into a darkness no streetlamp can pierce."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Poets