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.

Where’d you put your head,
Sometimes I just sit around and wait for my head to fall off and my brain to roll out of my skull. I think it happened on a Tuesday once.
By DLC6 years ago in Poets
Toxin
TOXIN: lies upon a cursed tongue a poison breathed upon the air only one truth a cure and my pain lays amidst it all I love you, like a fate I doth can not free myself of
By Kaloriinn Mason6 years ago in Poets
Tiny Blue Dot
You were once the gem of the universe,- we were one Your lungs were once filled with drawings- then we crawled out of the shadows to see the light.
By Garrett Matthew Swearingen6 years ago in Poets
The Details Were Written at the Bottom of the Bottle
July held eternal summer days existing serenely among the wildflowers. Hidden in a sea of lavender with her provided solidarity, giving me a tangible sense of familiarity that I had lost years ago.
By Sam6 years ago in Poets
Restoration
I curiously peeled back the corner of the moss green carpet, only to find that there were more layers to go through before the secret underlayment would be revealed.
By Ahshinnhare Tarbell6 years ago in Poets
The Wallet Which Takes Flight
More weight brings in the dollar, As the grass that shoots up underfoot. To raise up out of squalor, And the accountant’s figures are soot.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Poets
Hush
The sun dappled The view we saw Of a land that once Wasn’t our land- We envisioned Ourselves in older attire, Voices thick with accent
By Katrina Thornley6 years ago in Poets
Canvas
Every person is born a person. A canvas for humanity to paint on. The abstract lines of red emotion, the yellow undertone of experience, the dramatic maneuvers of blue desire.
By Grace 6 years ago in Poets
Autism
AUTISM I am just a little boy, you will notice when you look But people often judge me like life’s a hard bound book What they cannot realise, and what they do not see
By Vicki Lucas6 years ago in Poets
It's really funny
It’s funny, almost like a movie. The 2020s’ been a trip and life’s sort of going to hell since this motherfucker screwed me.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
march2020
march2020 I will emerge from darkness/from the cold lewd of anger/at what is lost/Let me bask in the light of the sun/while the heat of the day burns this husk of dismay from my soul/The cold of purgatory/ slams its gates upon my frozen limbs/as I return to the land of life/in honor of that which deep is buried/Your footprints remain/I will bask in their presence/bathe in the glow of their memory/in/the midst of their sorrow/I will taste of the moments/savor wondrous laughter that lights up our spirits/the beacons of hope visible in waning dusk
By Victor Mendez6 years ago in Poets
The Epitome of Stillness
the epitome of stillness is not nothing nothing is really full of thoughtful thoughts thoughts you never wondered wonder wonder you won't ever venture to live alive
By poetryinwaiting6 years ago in Poets