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.

Green Screen Rehearsal
Was I crazy to think that with a wink you could take me back to the place I used to dream of monsters wearing green. You said you had seen it before sometime in the summer of ‘04. Being scared silly and acting slap happy as Big Papi sent one screaming out of the park. Fenway at dusk is something everyone must see. If I come clean and tell you what I fear the most will you still sleep with my ghosts?
By Michael L. Martin6 years ago in Poets
Imaginary Friend
I used to have a little friend That only I could see; He told me he was just pretend, But he was just like me. ~ He used to hide up in a tree,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Outside
A few times a day i visit a spot outside my front door smile at people walking past the tightness of feeling trapped we’re all trying to ignore
By Holly Sheridan6 years ago in Poets
peace
no fighting. for wicked is infectious by road of pure ugly. no fighting. 'silence,' once thought 'would disallow criticism.'
By susan marie loehe6 years ago in Poets
Masked Men
The world was split into two- The blacks and whites, the rights (?) and wrongs (?), Yin and Yang. The world was split into two,
By meghana wunnava6 years ago in Poets
Writing in the Sand
Exposed, and sins made known. My naked body shivering, to all eyes shown. Cornered, caught, and cast down at his feet,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
In Search of Home
When the day breaks, a shy shadow awakes. I, its keeper, follow and my own guilt I swallow. I know from the morning light
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
The Little Things
Happiness is like a rose Whose petals strike a pose A softness to the touch For feelings you must clutch To stop and to smell
By Anna Spano Guarino6 years ago in Poets
Mr. Buddha says hello!
This is the photo of past, present, and the future tense of my life in a nutshell. I sit and look, by the brook of the intense internet waters that take me on my journey of life. In and out, in and out I go watching, waiting, wanting to take this vision by hand and develop a band of little me's too fulfill my bidding in this world of Heaven and Hell. Not wanting to commit my total trueself, but only giving little bits of me to participate in this daily grind of my existence. pondering, wondering, floundering on the verge of getting off and but yet just sitting there looking so damn forlorn.
By leon bailey6 years ago in Poets
A Memory of a Stranger
Strange as it seemed, you end up remembering almost everything about them. Though you had had the pleasure of seeing them in your dreams
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Present UnWrapping
My quarantine dreams stay stored in clouds and streams, I made videos from my bedroom to make room in my phone. I processed data while laying down, not resting, just letting things fester.
By Kenni Dankert6 years ago in Poets
In Spite of It All
I have heard that the darkest souls Tend to glow brightest of them all And the depth of their despair Only reveals their gleaming spirits
By Andrea Burton6 years ago in Poets