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.

I Will Chase You
I will chase you from the start of the scene, I will chase you in the freezing night rain. I am your ecstasy and I am your bane,
By Rex6 years ago in Poets
The Beginning
THE BEGINNING... I have come to the realization that old people are invisible! I mean... They don't start out that way..
By Victor Mendez6 years ago in Poets
Beckoning
Arise and awaken Ye of old; embrace the Origin that Thine own Self has given. Perfection of simplistic fashion; wisdom beyond the stars, where remembrance awaits.
By Kari G6 years ago in Poets
A Country Minute
A COUNTRY MINUTE Aged bones rattle in the wind, Shirt dancing through the open window, And the sun slowly heading into night,
By Victor Mendez6 years ago in Poets
The Other Side
In cryptic the outlines gestate And under the pulses they oscillate It was a quivering hint to be au fait With the dire adjure to aspirate
By Ashley Tong 6 years ago in Poets
Freedom with a Tear
Going to try on what to do when my love is away, I feel okay. At first sight and to turn out the light, nothing is real. This easy street, with a lot better place to be, with my friends is at the cafe. Each melody recalls what used to be. As warm as May, and she used to care, when love was new. Each caress of my freedom that dragged a tear, I know.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Hell's Basement
(There is a place in New York City, They tell me is called "Hell's Kitchen." I'm uncertain where it is specifically located.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Why Is {He} My Shadow Here?
You see yourself in him and he sees himself in you You see the eyes beyond the mask You see the mask, the front, the role, the behaviors and lifestyle
By Maria Crank6 years ago in Poets
Flow of The Alpha Wave
Sound starts to fade. Silence begins to appear. Noise within my head, Fills me with fear. But they’re only thoughts,
By Brendan Styles6 years ago in Poets
Woman of Fire
two sides to the flame. different but the same. wild or tame, free or in chains, proud or shame, no matter what you claim, you can't douse the flame.
By christian rodriguez6 years ago in Poets
Thoughts Gathered
When my heart overflows with emotions so much that it hurts, that means I need to write. Sometimes I scare myself because of how much truth comes with these poems.
By Caitlin Parsons6 years ago in Poets
Letter from Karma
Would you believe if I told you my true name is was Karma? That the reason I can't sleep at night, is because I'm up fighting the demons of others in order to right the wrongs of this world.
By Vanessa Dorothy6 years ago in Poets