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.

only hate is foreign to me
i dispel myths everywhere i go; the myth of me - there is only we the myth of greed - please, don’t let it lead the myth of then
By Laura Rose Bennett5 years ago in Poets
PAIN
The pain I once so loned for is fading My mind would breakdown until my body felt the pain....sweet sweet relief Relief from trying and crying
By April Glass5 years ago in Poets
These Raging Waters
For a good chunk of time this year, I was lost. I hid it well, I think. But I was drifting at sea. Stranded on a buoy just trying to wait out the storms. There were moments of sunshine, but they never lasted. Until I decided to swim. Dove headfirst into the waves, terrified.
By Emily DeBias5 years ago in Poets
Night Shade
Your poison was so beautiful I took a bite, and relished in the taste of defeat. Despite warnings and signs I strove To turn the poison to healing,
By Katrina Thornley5 years ago in Poets
Why Can't I Seem to Weep?
When I cannot seem to weep, and the eye pellets fail to transpire. I sometimes wonder why, should I even aim to attempt a tear?
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
Total Recall
Its a wonder I'm still alive Its a wonder my light still shines Had It not been for the Grace of the Most High I would have already met my well deserved demise
By Ebony Taylor5 years ago in Poets
Mirror
You used to rehearse in the mirror as I'd wait, filling in your skin from the bed. If I could give a name to each muscle
By Trick Blanchfield5 years ago in Poets
A talk at two
I heard of you, and the memory you have, but what about the one that left? You remember no, that relation that wasn’t
By The Mager5 years ago in Poets
The Chronologist
Subjugate the Compartmentalized Anomaly - A separated psyche... segmented sequential synchronic stress... systemized sanity, subsidized and suppressed...
By Damon Jones5 years ago in Poets
I Did Not Write These Poems
I did not write these poems. I plucked sins from the sky and dug hurt out of the earth. I scraped an idea off the ocean floor
By Victor Eremita5 years ago in Poets
(Heart)wrecker/(Home)breaker
I’ve never stopped a heart- The poem should end here. It doesn’t. The sound of the levees breaking was quiet, I thought it would be bigger-
By Kiernan Norman5 years ago in Poets
10 Haiku in October
1) Poster down at street level poster with the enormous dust and torn paper first published in House of Haiku Photo by Марьян Блан | @marjanblan on Unsplash
By Sean Zhai5 years ago in Poets