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.

des per ation on the dot
there’s a storm peeping through the ceiling water dripping from the walls water occupying the floor
By Irene Margarita Irizarry Cruz6 years ago in Poets
Ink
How I longed to be the ink beneath your skin. Flow through you With you forever How I longed to be the ink beneath your skin
By RBH6 years ago in Poets
I am the ink I have spilt over the years
Only if you understood my words Why they were soo poorly written, While I would write about you till sunrise each night, Sleepless as always But nothing was more important than you,
By Loman Tizer6 years ago in Poets
At Peace
My heart is beating in a peaceful state I breath in, I breath out My mind is trapped I become numb It's beautifully haunting
By Nema Reedy6 years ago in Poets
Raisin in the Sun
Raisin in the Sun — A Grape soaking in the sun slowly Drying,dying,crumbling Allowing your past to shadow your present
By John6 years ago in Poets
Drowning
Drowning in your thoughts, a watery abyss in the mind, A darkness inside the head, where you search yet cant find. Dark and frightening thoughts pulling you into the chaos of the deep,
By Steven Shakir6 years ago in Poets
Waiting in the Mist
Masks blink on dark silhouettes, Dancing a morbid waltz of treachery. Bleeding palms bare witness To unshaped and chaotic possibilities.
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
Devils World
Their eyes shone at me with an seductive taste Red crisom like blood melting down their skin as lipstick They put off a dangerous collection of things I long for but shouldn’t need
By Moon Emslie6 years ago in Poets
Thrown to the Wolves
Had so many people involved, trying to throw me away, thinking my oops would have a meal, I’d be out of the picture, with impeccable strength, fear eliminated immediately,
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets
Hotboys
Seen a lot in my hay day, those fools, drawing attention, flossing the profits, thinking they doing it big, while them boys in blue perpetrating,
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets
Insects
Fireflies, however hard they try Will always be mysterious. Now deep is just the thing To get me wondering if fireflies are esoteric.
By Katrina Reidy6 years ago in Poets
Reminiscence
Every step reminds me of what used to be, when there was you and me… Every year on the 14th day of November, I go back to this place, it was the day I had him, but then completely lost him. We sat along the shore, the soft waves of the cold water touching our toes. He held my hand as the silhouettes of the buildings, the trees, the falling leaves surrounded us.
By Bella Senires6 years ago in Poets