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 Hands Read
It’s collective soul constipation. This is when the deadbeats are resurrected to be beasts, bounding through time. And my burdened bluebirds full of booze, (hopefully)
By Anthony Dahm5 years ago in Poets
Walk This Way
Hangman ... Let’s dance Start this party off with some Romance Don’t call me Grim But you can call me Reaper Black as tar
By Tim StiX5 years ago in Poets
High
Come with me, place all of your troubles at my feet before you enter, your time with me is the prototype of love’s design.
By Calligraphee5 years ago in Poets
there's a hole in the donut
Im being robbed by the donut, or the one who made it, for there's a hole in the donut I saw it when I ate it. That's like putting a hole in the bottom of a boat, but I don't want to gloat about being the only one to note, that there is a hole in the donut.
By Tamar Biamonte5 years ago in Poets
Silence of the Night
It's the middle of the night, just me and some light, in the silence of the dark, thinking on the past. I sit on my bed,
By The Mager5 years ago in Poets
How to Drink Wine on a Weeknight
Step one: opening the box Perforated cardboard: tear here. Like a paint by numbers for destruction. You know exactly what you’re meant to be doing,
By Julia Forrester5 years ago in Poets
Aries
Aries March 25th 1988 Do I believe in, or that my astrology sign reflects me as a person? Ahhhh, ya. Have you met me?
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
Empty House Poem
The house is old. The floors creek and crack, The walls are near empty and filled with tacks. Shapes of picture frames are hung like ghosts,
By Ashley C5 years ago in Poets
Passing The Time
Waiting, passing the time, Stuck in a box, said the mime, ......click, Hoping, far from loaded, Took no care now it's corroded,
By Jessica Gieni5 years ago in Poets
The Color Palette of Love
She was probably more than a fucking beauty but for the sake of some bullshit for now
By Anthony Dahm5 years ago in Poets
Once Upon A Time Again
Once upon a time again, The clock went tick and then striked when, The gates were locked, there was no pen? Once upon a time again,
By Jessica Gieni5 years ago in Poets
Mother
Suspended in space, her form changing with time. She takes comfort in the heat of the amniotic fluid
By Donna Snyder-Smith5 years ago in Poets