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 start is at the end
What do you know, filling up on poison again Where are we now, left of where we used to feel pain Growing out of home, never thought that you would enjoy
By Morten Jensen5 years ago in Poets
Love Ebbs Deeper
Paranoid, the love ebbs deeper Trusted, the love ebbs deeper Cheated, the love ebbs deeper Paranoid to explicit ends Patronised, the love ebbs deeper
By MaxwellJBanks5 years ago in Poets
Pull & Pulp
I grab onto his belt loop which teases like a marionette the unveiling of hidden figures Some grotesque— the sight pulls at your temples
By Keliyah Dilliner5 years ago in Poets
upside down smiles
I can feel myself falling in love with what’s around me. The waterfront and the many bridges that resemble upside down smiles. Atmosphere filled with warm people and imagination that stretches the city side wide. Painted on the streets in graffiti. Street art birthed from people’s souls, aiding the enlightenment of the public’s mind. Individuality is a goal here.
By Hayley Matto5 years ago in Poets
elevation
t'ain't nuthin', exactly with a twist shake it up baby then stir just sayin don't let it turn your head skull chains wrap the pregnant slaves
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
Access Denied
I can't hear you Matter fact Im not listening I've tried to tune in I've tried forgiving I tried benefiting the doubt
By Alexis Jasmin5 years ago in Poets
A Begone Wind
don’t speak to the tempest unless you’re wishing for ill upon the house of your father don’t wish for storms to come,
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Nest Upon the Sky
It was I, that built the nest upon the sky; Bid the bird to fall, before it began to fly; Cupped the sea in land, before it began to run;
By Nneka Callwood5 years ago in Poets
Muse
I believe in time bending. Most things take time, but when time is of the essence we must fulfill each moment. A moment is an opportunity.
By Starhead Stoneground5 years ago in Poets
Cupid Gone Mad
“love will save the world” became the mantra in a world of positivity lectures run rampant, and Cupid should really have known better
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
The Wicked and the Fair
the light and the shadow, mingling, tell a story older than bones, than dirt, of how the world spins on its axis and triumphs despite futility in motion
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
The clone facility
Awoke to entering a modern facility with one main floor. At first it seemed like a government or military compound, but it was not. Obvious by the lack of guards or a large security fence.
By Matthew Ferrill5 years ago in Poets