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 Fish, the Man, the Wind, and Me
I went off to work like I typically do, But stopped by the crick for a minute or two. Most days more recently, I’d started to dream,
By Sarah Mishler5 years ago in Poets
Vicarious
I’m tired of watching paint dry. Those walls won’t tear themselves down. Why lock your self away for others crimes? Guilt got you in an emotional cell, you don’t know what to write on the walls but your body will always reveal. A tear drops everytime yours fall. I hate when my dove cries.
By K. Barrakuda 5 years ago in Poets
Testing the Patience
Grounded into Mother Earth, head strong and full of pride Fighting each battle, no one by her side. In a daze where everything’s a dream and in reality there is not enough
By Shahnee Hunter5 years ago in Poets
For Charles Bukowski
I still expect my Genius to be discovered. Until then, I’m baking pies And scribbling cook’s notes. If these scan sometimes,
By Rose Kleidon5 years ago in Poets
Dreams / Reality
“In the beginning was the end.” After she read these words she closed the book, brought it to her chest, & then closed her eyes.
By Ellie Van Camp5 years ago in Poets
Before your thought
A thought a second ahead The cranes in trees and gliding over dusk waters Golden sky on white and blue marbled keys Playing to the wings lift and wind
By Justin Bedtelyon 5 years ago in Poets
Spirits! Ghosts! Ghouls!
The Six of Crow A thousand crows sang to me my favourite lullaby- the one of ghosts, of darkest nights and of haunting goodbyes.
By Verity Greene5 years ago in Poets
I Will Lead The Way 4
Wrath of fire, hail and brimstone, miss use my trust, and all will be known Gifted yet a day, chosen for me in his own way
By Alisha Bell5 years ago in Poets
A Kid's Shopping Spree
The day is young and adventure sprung into my youthful mind. I asked my mom and with aplomb, I told her I’d be fine. She let me go, so to-and-fro my little arms were swinging.
By Damjan Peric 5 years ago in Poets
In your eyes
She turned around as butterflies and effects fell into our lap; like the $20,000. It was our first time meeting again this lifetime me and we were growing in tune and in love. We decided to have our palms read by the cat lady for our first date. They cat lady looked at our palms and gasped “om Namaya renekho. This has never happened before. There is nothing to read. I am even drawing a blank from the Akashic records. This can mean one of two things. Either way row your boat till your reach your dreams. And some dreams come true, others stay dreams.” We left laughing & decided to follow one of the cat ladies black cat named mermaid. Mermaid took us to a forest full of tall oat & pine trees. An orb appeared out of the tree near the creek and mountain. Mermaid sang and disappeared & out of the orb an arch angel creature of the night fell at our feet. He reached for a scroll that showed the trinity of cowboys and horsemen. We waiting to make our next move feeling as if it might be our last or best.
By Shem Yaza5 years ago in Poets
broken bridges
there’s a darkness that draws me in the wheels skid as they hit the slide and the lights at the end of the tunnel grow dimmer the closer they get
By Gary Menzies-Browne5 years ago in Poets
Clandestine
CLANDESTINE By Kim Zoe Neale PART I SECOND RATE SPY I am a second rate spy I have orders from above I am on a mission I don’t know about
By Kim Neale5 years ago in Poets