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 Thing That You Love or That You Hate.
Play with the soil of the earth; it smells of anchovies. Earthworms, leaves, decayed matter – the mud oozes between one's fingers.
Kristine MilewskiPublished 4 days ago in PoetsMa(i)ze
My kin and I are cornrowed together, maps braided into aching scalps like sweet freedom passed from shaky, determined hands urging
R.C. TaylorPublished 4 days ago in PoetsLove's Unspoken Melody
In the depths of her soul, a silent storm brews, A woman cloaked in disappointment's hues. Yet, her lips stay sealed, her voice unheard,
Mia Dwi ArifiyantiPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Shadows of Whispering Pines
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
city of fog
you were walking home where your heart began but didn’t stay. you were walking home because no one was coming. hands in your pockets as if crescent moons,
Mesh ToraskarPublished 5 days ago in PoetsExtramarital Affair
When I look into your blue eyes Losing myself in them Your eyes sparkling and reflecting light The light of both happiness and pain.
Ricky LahiriPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Gift of love
To your endearing love a gift was given expect not all good will come for there may be something of grief We live on a debt.
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe love we give…
Let me love you as I could, Not as you will or as I need to. For love, to linger, have to be free, and what you want for
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished 5 days ago in Poets"Navigate Dimensions"
'I wrote this prose as I contemplated about time and space and variable dimensions of reality. I am a humanatarian and believe in equality for all.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 5 days ago in PoetsDeath Knows No Color
Death Knows No Color What difference does all of this nastiness make, This bickering and fighting, it’s a mistake.
Dan R FowlerPublished 5 days ago in PoetsTower of Strength
A Rook to the core, towering firm and mighty, ready for a war, whenever the time is right, standing in its place, it moves quickly in a chase,
James GreenPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Circle Of One Life
When the sun forgets to show her glorious smile, When the dark clouds hover over his head, When his nightmares scream within the daylight hours,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 5 days ago in Poets