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.

Fevered, I glanced in the Mirror Part 2
(False Advertisement) Now wake up there brother Make him, take him A bubble of water, Of a deserts color Put thy faith in dirt
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Resilience
Time, considered in the only form that I really know and that is what I have gone through every day with my life, has been studded with "maybe", "hypotheses", "returns" to a golden age that instead, most likely, it never existed.
By Fabio Lembo5 years ago in Poets
IN BETWEEN ETERNITY
STANZA 01 On the board, I was summoned, to scribble, Thrusted a heavy sigh, my mind fumbled, for words of the wise, From a swarm of kindred friends, was a bit subtle to solve,
By ilan scribbler5 years ago in Poets
Flower Told The Eagle
"I am Alive ! I am alive!" Said: the Rose, to the sky Petals, reaching, way up high Never asking Reason "Why?" Till an ant crawled on by
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Feen
I failed you and me. I failed in every way! I cry cause I want to stop, to be what I want you to be, but it's time you run away like all other great ideas in me.
By Cat Estevez Martinez5 years ago in Poets
Invisible
A sudden ache A heartfelt cry A loss of self A wish for more but simply cannot A weakness deep within Voices all around
By Issy Wilson5 years ago in Poets
Dead Muse
1. I killed my Muse, and dragged her to the meat market. She took appearance of a book, but does it matter? For me, she is a naked woman put out there —
By Nica Breeze 5 years ago in Poets
Dwarf Planet
Depression Isn't a real illness, In the same way that Pluto Isn't a real planet. The same way that global warming Is just a string of "environmental coincidences."
By S.C. Says5 years ago in Poets
Past Future
At the age of ten, this poem manifested itself to me one night when I was trying to sleep, go figure. I wouldn't even go as far as to say I created it. I've never examined what it really meant but have always been wary of sharing it for fear of making me sound like an alarmist. It was just, there, fully formed and wouldn't let me go until I had written it down. Not that I needed to, I've remembered it for over 23 years.
By Elevar Roch5 years ago in Poets
Hopeful as Blue Diamonds:
With eyes, as hopeful as blue diamonds- Sweet pea, your strength cuts through all the bullshit that attempts to scratch life’s surface.
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
Unedited Spirit Writing
Anxiety Is killing me Its hard to pretend Any longer Things I dont want You to see Things about me You’ll treat me Differently
By Dawna Nicole Shamanka5 years ago in Poets
tessellated thoughts
Thot after thot. After thought. & another shot. And just an afterthought; But u should've stopped! Stopped & paused on that thought;
By Ma'Ryah 5 years ago in Poets