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.
My Broken Brain
I don’t know why and I don’t know whats wrong with my brain? This thought is like it has been going down the drain! I don’t know how to stop it!
Meghan LeVaughnPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous
Atomic HistorianPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly no our pain To know someone that has stood in the rain
Atomic HistorianPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsUniverse Of Energy
Back in 1993 I ventured into Exxons Universe of Energy Stepping inside the Pavilion for all to see A Massive display of kinetic moving prismatic art
A Flower Song
PostClassical StoneAge FLOWERSONG in jeweled blues; greens of grass cloak
Rob AngeliPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsYou Feel Like Home
You've got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen those blood red flags are turning green Knocking down those walls, with self esteem
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsReflecting In Bubbles
Warm water surrounds me, As I sink into suds, Blissed out in the tub, Relaxation is found, As bubbles float around. Floating & Gleaning,
StaringalePublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsMemory Lane
I look around at a beautiful life Still caught in dreams of yesterday Maybe tomorrow it’ll be alright Can’t seem to find it here today
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsStealing My Life
Stealing My Life So, what you’d like for me to believe, Having sworn you’re not trying to deceive, Is that my life that I’ve abundantly attempted,
Dan R FowlerPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsLove Across Ages
In the concrete jungle, where the city sprawls, A dino wanders, amidst the urban walls. A brontosaurus, towering and grand,
Sienna BlackwoodPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsSome pain.
some pain is like this which are also within And are also outside. This is what pain is like that there is this canker wound inside And outside it is a joke. writing.