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.

Never Leave the Nest
Is it an old, primal instinct, to love nests? The Smiths mixed with noveau indulgence in the deep red wine And you've come full circle in evolution.
By Delise Fantome6 years ago in Poets
Oranges
Oranges Oranges in winter jeweled segments pulled apart precisely A sadness Consuming the flesh of the sun Stillness
By Lindsay Clark6 years ago in Poets
Now What
Now What It strikes me that “funeral home” is an oxymoron. No one is home...well, at least one person is out to lunch.
By Lisa Smith6 years ago in Poets
Lost Lands Wandering
Great spirits roam the monster-land Unknown lurks in the shadows backhand Grey fog thunders in the unknown sand Dunes rise and fall with ever giant winds
By Totem Girl6 years ago in Poets
Once Upon an Hourglass
Once upon a time, sipping mulled wine... Spirits roamed high and hope divine Innocence and the unknown in the air Weightless expectations flew with flair
By Totem Girl6 years ago in Poets
Haikus
People of Color Can’t breathe the air of freedom Yet we watch them choke. Sometimes I wonder What Buddha would say right now
By Danny6 years ago in Poets
Twins
Within the Greek Pantheon twins area reccuring theme. Often comprising of one female and one male, they show the duallity within us all. Each pair of twins in the following poems adresses the complex relationships and dynamics. Artemis and Apollo, the gods of the moon and the sun, both complement each other's personalities. Eros and Anteros , love gods, show that loving has to be answered for it to prosper. Cassandra and Helenus, talks of the myth where Cassandra was only believed through the words of her brother, who would explain her prophesies.
By Xandua6 years ago in Poets
Fallen Angel
On wings of darkness I soar though no one can hear my roar Shadows close in on me suffocating who I was meant to be. Black, dim clouds threaten to choke despite happy words bespoke.
By aryana moonsong6 years ago in Poets
The Path of Misfortune
When I was walking on the beaten path, A very small something jumped out of the bushes And latched its jaw around my ankle.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
Cotton Candy
The sunsets are always so inviting, Its watermelon pink with hazy purples! And there’s that alluring orange that makes Me want to be absorbed in the sky.
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
The Blue Skyscraper
Believe it or not, the only work done to this photo was angled cropping to bring out its elegant ambiance. I took it on my iPhone when I thought, why not go for a bike ride nearby. Naturally, I am a minimalist at heart, so seeing such beauty in capturing angles that draw you in like this one, is a match made in heaven.
By Loading...6 years ago in Poets
All Things I Know To Be...
I stare into a mirror. All things I know to be broken Staring back at me. But somehow, Despite the darkness I feel, I see illumination,
By Collin Marrero6 years ago in Poets