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.

If I Grow Up...(5)
If I grow up I want to be a hammock On a sandy beach under a white gold sun In a cool salty breeze. I want to sway to the song of children's laughter
By Kaydie Paschall5 years ago in Poets
Foxfire
You, in prose pardoned, amnesty to civility? Harrowed soul and morribound. You, the nameless, the pitiable and meek.
By DeiLupus5 years ago in Poets
A metropolis of bugs
A metropolis of bugs i can’t see from my balcony where i hide and tried to inhale the sky but my lungs were clogged with flowers i collected
By Svetlana Sterlin5 years ago in Poets
Hope Theory Poetry
It all started when I jumped the back fence and ran down the street, It was winter and I didn’t have any shoes on my feet,
By Julitha5 years ago in Poets
Hazy Eyes
I want to know her story. The smoke comes in waves and surrounds her face. It catches my attention first. She is as still as a statue, unwavering until the next puff.
By Amanda Northcutt5 years ago in Poets
Vocal Orgasms
Capture, dictate and lead my feelings, Walk my emotions like a beach stroll, Climb my nerves as if they were trees for your frolic...
By Penrose Eames5 years ago in Poets
Gentle Murder
The gentle air, what lift thy heavy wing, gave way to silver blade my hand once 'quipped. Torn from limb thy feather fell,
By Dan5 years ago in Poets
Sleep
O' Bliss. Heavy eyes, doth liquid thoughts. Sweet, be bladed grass my mind it wander. Silk purple sky, fleet through fingers.
By Dan5 years ago in Poets
refusing to hide
held back no longer they've entered through the harmonies occurring across the ladders of time their color bleeds spectrum watercolor into leaf vein
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
Unrembered memories
As i think and reflect on how i come to be. I look in the the mirror so i can see what you see. Now i know i love myself unconditionally but there is something i must confesss buried deep inside of me. Buried so deep it was hard to discover. Amongst hidden pain there lies a little boy filled with worry and wander.
By Julius Mekhi5 years ago in Poets
Ascension
Deep in a vision In the depths of my mind Sublime Floating in the energetic void I heard a voice “You’ll be given understanding.”
By John Cole5 years ago in Poets
Beauxite
Felix the fedorable fiddler foolishly flipped and fell for Federica the fairy flautist on Friday the fifth of February Fourteen-hundred and fifty-five
By The Fashion Design Academy Company5 years ago in Poets