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 Knock at the Window Pane
In the darkness, I hear but a whistle from the wind The gentle knocking on the window, causes me to look with disdain. Who or what is knocking this late?
By Kayleigh Taylor6 years ago in Poets
Her Sparkle
Her sparkle was gone. She had a wonderful sparkle in her eyes. Something she showed off to the world. Each person who would see her, would beam in joy from seeing her.
By pg6 years ago in Poets
Soft Spot
It is so strange, isn't it? This puzzle called love But then comes the soft spots A place where everything goes dark A breathless position
By Harydo Neon6 years ago in Poets
The Pilot
The old man with the white whiskers, Flies his little single-engine prop plane, Perilously close to the road below, strafing a cowering auto
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Peanut Butter Cookie
I reify a cookie. For bad rhetoric For worse poetry Commemorate it with the metabolism of simple carbohydrates and this poem
By philosophia lux6 years ago in Poets
"Rock Around"
"One two, three o'clock, four o'clock!" (Drum rumbles and rat-a-tats. Horns rise.) —and we is watching a film, all lying like lazy leeches on couches
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Diaries of a Knucklehead
I remember when I used to skip school just to hit the block and package dimes. Diaries of a knucklehead. Afterschool shootouts and fights—
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Mirrors & Reflections
Tell me what you see. Just look at yourself. Covered in blood, wielding guns. Is this the life you want to settle for?
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
• BLOOM •
My Environment Crumbles. Almost As If Dust Surrounds Me. And As I Seep Through The Pores Of My Own Existence. I Wither Away In The Sun,
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson6 years ago in Poets
If Medusa Was a Modern-Day Woman
If Medusa was a modern-day woman, I imagine she would she would be a part of the MeToo movement. She would be offended by everything, she wouldn’t tolerate catcalling but instead, make those who spouted those disrespectful words turn to stone.
By Kaylee Roberts6 years ago in Poets
Black Bird
What symbolism is at the bottom Of a black bird (raven), Squatting on a half-eaten buffet (The table) long after the dinner has commenced?
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Undertow
There are waves that pass through me that cause physical pain in remembering. All that has grown inside of me, nurtured by my surroundings, have taken root.
By Small World6 years ago in Poets