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.

Catch Me
You cast your line and it somehow found me in the depths: Dark water I'd fallen into some time before. A line to bind the land to the sea,
By Rachel Lightfoot6 years ago in Poets
Cathouse
Outstretched on the windowsill, Strewn across the bed, Silk ribbons and chiffon Wound around their legs. A world of Feline fancies
By Rachel Lightfoot6 years ago in Poets
If only God was my dog
If only God was my dog he'd be the happiest little fur baby alive why? He always gets to go outside. If only God was my dog
By Kassy Mannoua Amoi6 years ago in Poets
A Piece of the Dream to Speak of
My little piece of the dream. A poem of hope. I wanted my little piece of the dream, so I skipped on over to the other scene,
By E. Lloyd K6 years ago in Poets
A Wish To my Deity for Fire
God of tricks, hear me please I have begged you to keep my safe I have asked you for your support. You granted you abundance and protected me through darkness
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
The Honest Prose of a Drunk
Remembrance Born She comes dressed in mourning By the hushed sigh of twilight And the brutal ache of dawn. "What do you seek?" She is asked.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Poets
The Woman and the Windswept Plain
I was carrying a clay pot across the plain. Behind me, a prairie wife from 1902 was walking briskly along, her voice lost in the moaning gale.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
The Honest Prose of a Drunk
A Perfect Love I murmur ‘I love you’. “Your girl apparatus is a gorgeous pink honey garden” Is what you tell me back. What the hell?
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Poets
First Lines
All this happened, more or less. Call me Ishmael. Mother died today. I begin with writing the first sentence— and trusting almighty God for the second.
By Darlene Franklin6 years ago in Poets
Racing mind peaceful thoughts
night time winds blowing against my window. Freeway traffic put me asleep dream dream dream as I close my eyes. Thoughts in my head are racing like two horses trying for the finish line . Dark Dark Dark are the clouds of my thoughts trying to shift my mind else where I start to dream dream dream still as I’m drifting away my mind takes me to a place of peace of light of relaxation of healing of self control of the ability to fly to move to be to do to love and to share . Heart Felt Moment ❤️
By Amelia Jones6 years ago in Poets
Maze
It can be applied to anything be careful not to think or you will see your minds demise for your individuality will become tainted
By Raven6 years ago in Poets
A poem written today
Needing a spark A shot in the dark A chance to travel Above jury and gavel Just the Rising Sun On a day already begun Discipline as a poet
By Bruce Underwood6 years ago in Poets