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.

Asking
I sit in front of you so small a plaything I bring, even smaller I wish for you to throw the thing; than I, you are so much taller.
By Fox6 years ago in Poets
The Seasoning of Time
Reminiscing of the Future I was reminded of a spring, When children scampered on the grass Of lawns that glistened in the sun,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Eklektikos
The Box The idea of going outside of the box does not necessarily mean that we live outside of ourselves. Some people say to
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Re-finding myself
Things that make me feel, scare me , So I’d rather be silent . Like the Dead Sea , all my tears and thoughts pile up ,
By harriet6 years ago in Poets
epona
we strap you tightly with a weighty cloak of your brother's flesh next we will place a wide metal bar way back into your molars
By susan marie loehe6 years ago in Poets
The Island
Acknowledgments I want to dedicate my share of this work to my high school english teacher Scott, who showed me the power of literature. Thank you Scott, I will not forget you. I also want to thank my grandmother for believing in me when I could not believe in myself.
By Zachary J. Hockenberry & Miles Rafael Bairley-Ujueta6 years ago in Poets
It’s All Connected
What walks along the cosmos besides death itself? The intricacies of the multi-verse trickle down, wading and crashing through a cosmic delta chain of action and reaction, the endless pool of questions, fears, memories.
By GarriNicole6 years ago in Poets
Perceiving Life - With Soul
he asked me what part of your body is your favorite? my soul, I responded for the soul has been brushed off as little you say, the little things i must appreciate
By Abundantly Belle6 years ago in Poets
Watermelon Socks
The bright coloured socks Enveloped in cotton Fuchsia geometry Worries all forgotten Watermelon socks Pink and green
By Dani Buckley6 years ago in Poets
Poem
Is a poem I wrote. A poem I written? A poem I typed. A poem I hyped? Roses are red, violets are blue I see a poem, in between me and you
By Davis Nguyen6 years ago in Poets
They Come in Waves...
I feel too many things And sometimes all at once Like an ocean My emotions flow endlessly and deeply I feel in the moment
By Deneisha Davis6 years ago in Poets
Dyspraxic Magic
I’m getting sick of the same excuses, Some of the people calling truces, Because whenever I share, The only time they want to care,
By Amber Forest6 years ago in Poets