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.

An Invitation
Climb into my soul. A tale that must be told, Lurks inside. Sorrow, Happiness and confusion- A rainbow colour of chaos,
By Samadhi5 years ago in Poets
mary magdalene
Green fairy, Mary, did you drink too much too? Were there times when you thought too little When you just craved that feeling of somewhere else?
By Alex Borlo5 years ago in Poets
Lost in time
As I lay alone in a dark cold room there was a shadow across the wall did it loom tears and pain alone to hide all the emotions kept inside
By Kaylynn Marie Thomas5 years ago in Poets
Porcelain Doll
Porcelain Doll If I was porcelain I would feel trapped, Though, If I was porcelain, I could smash pieces of myself off,
By Eve5 years ago in Poets
Rose Garden
There’s a vibrant red rose heart, alive, inside a human a very special human, who basks in his reflection daily he doesn’t even know
By Dalia Davis5 years ago in Poets
Ode to my grandfathers singing owl
I am standing over a newly dug open grave. Under the beautiful blue sky, in Nigeria, The sun threatened to burn everything down as
By Kíkélómómí5 years ago in Poets
GET AWAY
Sun rays Beach day I just had to get away My heart starts to feel a way Seeing my people hurt each day Sun rays Beach day
By Amethyst Moon5 years ago in Poets
quiet noise with bitter taste
And the poet knows his love for verse It's Friday and I guess I should be in a good mood, but all the problems make it less fun at the weekend.
By Michael Mannen5 years ago in Poets
Do not fret
Tell me how far you're willing to go. Can you bleed without fearing death. Even when your eyes go blurry and the sounds betray you. Can you fade into the void and force your way back? We are limitless through our choices. I trace the shape of the light one last time. it will be awhile before I can return. The power I hold is reckless in its need for destruction. How does one destroy through creation? I will show you. I will rearrange galaxies for you.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Poets
THE SCHOOL OF LIFE
I once boarded a boat and sailed Right through the sea of life and then failed. Regret and sadness prevailed. Then patience and forgetting availed.
By Mohammad Albaba5 years ago in Poets
Silvery Reflections
She walks upon a field of broken mirrors Looking upon each to look for her beloved His heart a mirror of her own, waiting to be found
By Lillianne Ashner5 years ago in Poets
The Arab Boy.
Black pants black shirt, some say he's got a dark soul, but all I saw was the adolescent eyes, filled with curiosity, attraction,
By Vladimir Fischer5 years ago in Poets