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.

Power
Something tells me That you don’t know how powerful you are You are So Powerful that you can get up and walk out of it
By its really good to see you5 years ago in Poets
Precipice
he slips, falls pale arms desperate to clutch thin air lands face down split lip, bloodied against sharp rock C1, C2
By Christy Munson5 years ago in Poets
The promise
waiting for us makes me wonder if that's where home lies screaming in our grief because they leave us here by ourselves but maybe not
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
Two pathways.
I remember, I remember it all too well… The dawns rays piercing through the eastern horizon, The light bursting the shadows veil that ruled over the night.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Churlish Chuck
This is the tale of churlish Chuck, A chain smoking gambler way down on his luck. He spent the past week sleeping rough on a bench,
By Andy Barned5 years ago in Poets
Under the Occasional Street Lamp
It was late one night, and I was walking home. The sun had gone down quite a while ago. I walked on in darkness. except for the occasional street lamp.
By Aalowe 5 years ago in Poets
No one lives by a single sign
No one is found under just one sign. No matter your background or heritage, you will always be a part of every other… So, who am I?
By Panda of Pandemonium5 years ago in Poets
Wonderland Daydreaming
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" A raven eats worms; and a desk is worm-eaten! Cannibalism, symbology, and logic; Streams of thought and calculation, the need to know and the desire to learn.
By Kyle Hulbert5 years ago in Poets
When You Think You Met The One
You are invited to one of your good-good girlfriend's birthday party at a lounge. You really do not want to go out but you decide this is your ride or die and you take one for the team. You pick out your outfit, do your hair all pretty and beat up your face for that night of fun and excitement. You pump up yourself to go out and have a grand night, you arrive not expecting anything but a nice night. You toast your girl, play a few games, and sit down for some real talk.
By La Juan Ayers 5 years ago in Poets
Madness
wake up i just did another day returnd here the light of my sol fuzzy nuzzles woke my friend in the darkness near went long before me
By Glytch5 years ago in Poets
Information and/or Explanation...Grand Finale!
A double whammy! Spammy, not spammy! Of this, I am the master-mind, of intertwined, My mind is centered. Many times I entered!
By christy jordan5 years ago in Poets
Untitled
Untitled By Justin Adams In that moment Between living and dying Where most will never be Somewhere in the void Light and shadow
By Justin Adams5 years ago in Poets