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.

Million Dollar Fury
Ancestral ghosts gather around the amber fire watch the burning words, gold glittering pyre She holds the empty heads just right
By Carole Anzolletti5 years ago in Poets
The Tale of Sigyn
She was the beauty, so elegant in charms Lopt could not ignore such beauty for her hair of ruby ribbons, silky to the touch
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
All That is Hidden
Some secrets are better left unrecovered Dare, if you will, to reveal all that is hidden reach out in your dreams to find her
By Marilyn Glover5 years ago in Poets
old wolf
that fang and broadness of chest the swiftness of run in the blackness there were births washed in the grief of your death
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
En Pointe
Walk to the stage Like moth to the flame You have earned this. Curtains down Dimmed lights Relax. En Pointe -
By Walking Travestys5 years ago in Poets
They wait uselessly
They tie badminton nets tight enough, Claim the wind doesn’t blow, And blame themselves. They sail the seas in the same ship
By Abel Johnson Thundil5 years ago in Poets
Ode to Dad
Lately I’ve had Many nights like these Ink thoughts on my paper Slim chances I’ll sleep I open my window It’s 13 degrees
By Chelsea Henderson5 years ago in Poets
One Final Task
Sleep, little one. Dawn brings one final task. I’ve heard you at your work, the fall of an ax, ring of a hammer, your call to the animals at dusk. It has been your theme these many years. Have you heard mine? We are, by nature, gentler than thou. No soul has heard my feathers.
By H V Hunter5 years ago in Poets
Owl only knows
I looked up. Up high. Well beyond me. I looked at The Barn Owl. The Barn Owl looked at me. It spoke to me. It said “change”.
By Esteban5 years ago in Poets
Ode To Shelby
No, not the car Though it is awesome The girl That I created In my head She has golden whip-like hair With iceberg eyes that pierce the soul
By Chris Wall5 years ago in Poets
MISSING WORK
During the pandemic Shits been crazy Times getting hectic People being lazy This ain’t no gimmick Believe me and trust me
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
Dissociation
She’s limp on his body, this moment in a Death-smeared home - an embrace - though I’ve come to love the exchange of bodies.
By Yemọja Jade5 years ago in Poets