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 Bridge Near Memory Lane
I tread in the rain Amongst grainy terrain I'm passing the fork Brought forth to the bridge Betwixt love and despair Dreams that I don't care for anymore
By Izra Rudolfo6 years ago in Poets
The Gallop
From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today's prompt, write a control poem." The Gallop I always like a sonnet’s formal flow
By Christina Perry6 years ago in Poets
“PARANOIA”
Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck are you here?........ your presence chokes me like poison. You are intertwined with every outline of my existence. You invade my mind like the wet pussy of a virgin being penetrated for the first time. Let me rephrase, in case your mind is bound. My pussy may be wet at times but the only virgin I’m speaking on is my mind.
By 6 years ago in Poets
The Dollhouse Demon
The flowers bloomed Not a hint of shadow Toucher her clear Skies and ever-bright sun Doubtless eyes Saw a pure reflection of the
By Pranay Mishra6 years ago in Poets
The Point of Moments
Some moments, you remember forever. But how long is forever in our memories? Until we cannot comprehend our past highlights no more?
By Grace 6 years ago in Poets
don't understand
Maybe I just don’t understand My cards were dealt, can’t read the hand Connecting stars that don’t align I want them to work, say give it time
By tyler6 years ago in Poets
R A W
Moons out again Sleeps my enemy Not my friend Left to my imagination Without a weapon Any protection Darkness thick like molasses
By tyler6 years ago in Poets
Raunchy Chance Encounter
I met him at a bar, completely unseen He looked from out of town, not of California scene Looking into my eyes he told me what he wants
By Preity Randhawa6 years ago in Poets
California Copacetic
The CV2 2-Day Poem Contest, is an annual event put on by the Winnipeg-based journal, Contemporary Verse 2. A list of 10 words, often made up of archaic ones, is released on the specified Friday in April, precisely at 12am-midnight, from which point you have 48 hours to create a poem containing each word, in the form given by the contest organizers.
By Christina Perry6 years ago in Poets
The Light Source
Of soul and dollar bills, The account finds. And all the time that fills Those active minds. Let slip work to grant more.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Poets
I Rather Be
I rather be alone than to be around someone that don’t listen to me, I rather be alone than beg for your attention, I rather be alone than being with a person who only continues to insult my intelligence,
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets
This is your first time
This is your first time Your first time on the drink when the lips of many men want to kiss you, an eighteen year old girl.
By Miss Riggie6 years ago in Poets