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.

the broken mind
The Broken Mind By Sky Boivin Other books: An Assortment of Poetry Scattered Emotions Inspired Thoughts Random Thoughts
By Sky Boivin6 years ago in Poets
Never Deny
"I could never deny you! You know what I say is true. The last three years have proven that. I'd fight for you through any spat.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
You Are Blind
Even in the darkest of nights... your eyes can only see so far. You can see the hundreds.. thousands.. millions of twinkles from 4 million some years ago... that finally make it to you. Space is weird.
By Äšh Łëïgh6 years ago in Poets
Hot Tea Is My Company
Hello, I am so glad you came to visit my bone dry cup this evening. I was growing incredibly lonely. Your reassuring presence has refreshed and enlivened me as always. Now, let's talk. How have you been? I was starting to get worried about you because I hadn't seen you in awhile. Do you have any steamy gossip to tease my nostrils? Oh, don't be shy now...do tell. Your stories are always interesting and I'm sure you'll appreciate what I have to say. I should have been a shrink with my talent of always giving timely advice to everyone I know. All the birds agree. I am quite sure of it. Either they agree, or they're making fun of me with their incessant chatter...one or the other. Take a rest on the arm of the chair and please talk to me before you have to go away again!
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Sprinkle
*this is written in the format of spoken word no grammar pros context just thoughts words memories splashed onto this page so enjoy*
By Vanelly Odette6 years ago in Poets
Chains
How perplexing is this: being stuck in a perpetual cycle of ups and downs, but with the understanding that the downs are far deeper than anticipated jumps into space.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
The Unfinished Song
Today a Storm You could see a storm today, Riding on the winds of change, Turning light-blue skies to gray, And descending on the range.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
A Song for You and I
Dry heaving in a ditch somewhere up north where sunlight is a distant memory, and stars lie forever unseen. You hope the rain will wash away the sins of yesterday, but it has been pouring for forty days, and you are yet to be cleansed. Promises made on eves when emotions were elevated begin to dwindle into nothing as the pressures of habit bring you back to where you started.
By A. N. G.6 years ago in Poets
More then ever
Do you think that I, at a time that I was most aquatinted with my soul, Could forget beauty, could forget song, could forget all that gave me life
By Valerie Gessler6 years ago in Poets
Green Mirror Greed
The sentient superstitious (of which there are more than one to a kind) point blind eyes away from the universe's great number of finite infinities to the acts of the fortuitous goddess
By Juniper Washington6 years ago in Poets
Encorcelled
We see it backwards for a reason, Sometimes I like watching the blood rain from the sky, It's a different type of happy, A different type of happiness,
By Goddess Cuervo6 years ago in Poets
Beyond Numb
Settling into my spot... I visit this place often More often than I may realize It was comfortable How long would I do this for...
By 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢 6 years ago in Poets