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.

Shade
In reflection, you was never there. When i wave, you wave. Stood there in silence. With unspoken demeanor. I never understood you.
By V the poet (Fvginaction) 5 years ago in Poets
House of Mirrors
It’s not dark, it’s never dark. I can always see glints of myself, Of strangers whose bodies Scatter at the sight of wide pupils.
By Erin Lockhart5 years ago in Poets
Carnivale
It is Sunday, February 28, 2021. I feel that I should mark this banal day just because, just because.
By Susan Lee5 years ago in Poets
3:8
The plates that whisk across the road continuation of the code. If that is what it truly means then why has no one thought it be?
By Tehn Dencies 5 years ago in Poets
The Great Satire
It’s all bad times isn’t it? Nobody remembers the drinks and jokes and fucks and smokes or joyrides that lead to The Disaster?
By Anthony Dahm5 years ago in Poets
The Forest
Have you ever heard the phrase he tore down my walls? Well, I never built walls. Walls are built to keep dangerous intruders out. Walls are built to maintain borders. They give the illusion that there is something to conquer.
By Amanda Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
Sudden Trip
I dont want to share my pain with the world Feels like it's more that enough in it I dont want to connect through stories that strike nerves
By Mousiké5 years ago in Poets
Our guides
It is in the Creation of our Problems That our solutions Manifest It stands to reason then that to solve a problem We must own it.
By its really good to see you5 years ago in Poets
The Mortal God
I the god of tricks, so full of laughter and love of joy in life choose to fall from my home in asgard I took mortal form, only so I could be reborn and relearn
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
Sweet Sigyn
He held his hands outstretched before him , open palms facing up towards the sky of northern lights. There upon his palms danced a flame , it was small, delicate and elegant yet utterly safe upon his tender open hands.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
Bubbles of Moonlight Delight
A deep bath filled with bubbles that raise and pop, a mix of imperial scents of moonlight delight. Warm waters sway with breath so smooth , garnet hair with beadlet drops of water dripping down across the skin of her bussum , returning to the pool in which she bathes.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
FADED
Time stands still, in a world with no movement Colours blend into one, and existence is futile It’s lonely where I am
By Hannahgbttvtvvtv55v5 years ago in Poets