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.

Numb
Right now There's a void in my head I have no thoughts Yet my head is somehow racing No sleep at night I'll wait till morning
By Juniper Daisy5 years ago in Poets
Sojourner
Mirror of reflection...viewer of my mind Do you memorize photos of my thoughts I left behind? Are there windows and doorways in silence past
By The Fashion Design Academy Company5 years ago in Poets
Empire Of The Royal Court Du Dracul
What sweet little rumours for a man of blue eyed gaze to have, little will they ever know that those rumours are nothing compared to the truth, but time will tell them all, my sweetest dark warlock, our king of Count Du Dracula.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
The Flaming God Of Tricks.
I walk between the columns of the hall , this ancient temple to the god of tricks , hearing the sounds of flaming drums , his guards surround him
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
Shapeshifters Rebirth
We sat in the long meadow grass looking out across that Nordic valley we didn't need to think about anything nor utter cumbersome words from our lips.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
Cosmic Gem
Relish your cosmic duality. Your yin and your yang. You not only bear galactic energy. You are the entire galaxy. Pure and warm illumination like the sun.
By Angela Fosnaugh5 years ago in Poets
Undercover
Somehow, I became the undercover story. Someone, somewhere, wanted to know who I was and where I was hiding. The latter was simple to answer
By Mihaela Vasileva5 years ago in Poets
Your Power.
Laid in a dizzy haze , I can not tell what is real and what is fantasy . I'm lost at your feet, begging for mercy for you have shown the true element of your power .
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
Make it pretty
Tighten your Grip Don’t let go one bit Do you get what you’ve done Or should we go back and relive it?! Tore me up n out the ground
By Ashley5 years ago in Poets
music
tell a different story now of harmonies from days gone by fashioned with an ideal of communication about beauty and skill
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
make no mistake
Casting spells from the darkest depths of the shine the hammers ringing on the ancient dulcimers of time blade slicing the ether
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
Highs and Lows
Longing for new life, freedom at its finest.. I do not live safe, Fire in my soul is burning bright.. Enthralling adventures, I have stories to tell, some not for the faint at heart…
By Tabitha Marie5 years ago in Poets