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.

Symptoms
I am an astral projection I am floating I am split apart into atoms I am a galaxy inside the space of my skull I am a distance apart from myself
By Rhiannon D'Averc7 years ago in Poets
Through The Fire
I saw you on your bike. So random. You were with one of your friends. It was early May. Weeks before my birthday. I don't know how you found me.
By Maria Ayala7 years ago in Poets
The Wolves of Little Venice
And we were thinking it was time For the new world to arrive We were hoping it was come at last We were hoping ’twas the hour for everything to change
By David Ireland7 years ago in Poets
A Cliche of Contrasts
She burns bright through the day and night, fire at her fingertips and ash in her hair. She is fierce and loud, her voice is a megaphone and all listen when she opens her mouth. Her hair is a halo of flames but she is far from an angel.
By G Kirby7 years ago in Poets
Poems from the Dark
Notes from the Writer: Hello, October here again. It's been a while. Hope all is well with you. I do apologize for the silence here on Patreon, but as you probably know, I've been on a self-care hiatus and have returned to writing poetry, short stories, novels and developing more creative/artistic projects in the works as of recently.
By October Evans7 years ago in Poets
Strange
There's a stranger in my home. We pass each other throughout the day, each one of us not sure how we should greet one another.
By T. Solivagant7 years ago in Poets
My Light
Weak body and empty soul So I come to the end of yet another sad day. But this is my destiny This is my way. I still feel the taste of last summer heat
By Bruno Lopes7 years ago in Poets
Screeches
The silent stillness breaks somewhere within the dark hours. Far away at first, a chirp in rhythmic pattern. A tune faithful enough to set a clock to.Still in the distance, another bird chimes in unisonSoftly poking at sleeping earsWhere groggy brains realize morning is soon.But just like a snooze on an alarm,Sleep wraps me up in her loving arms to ignore the feathery disruptors.
By Jesemynn Cacka7 years ago in Poets
My Freedom Angel
I try to follow the path of light. But temptation is always there And it's not fair Demons that whisper to you in the ear
By Bruno Lopes7 years ago in Poets
Utopian Dream
Within a symmetrical society of design Lines and colors all align Moon windows allow the sun to shine Walls of green Ivy vertically entwined
By Vinn Black7 years ago in Poets
Wormy Goddess
The moon shook me from my sleep, Slid tendrils of silver shine through strategic cracks in shoddy blinds. Wispy fingers slither underneath my lids, Prying open already loose shutters. Early morning, when witches dance, hounds snore, And sleeping men are turned to darker corners, I am face full to the rays of reflected sun. Dim in his conversations with a full Luna,She tries to translate what I can't understand,With face scrunched and eyes wincing under a bright blue sky.In the solitude of my wakefulness, I can't help but greet her: Hello, good morning, Banging on my soul like there's a fire in the house in urgent warning.With how things have been going lately, I might as well be surrounded by flames. Wormy goddess, Slipping through windows in iridescent clothing. It's nice to see you so full after weeks of waxing and waning. Through example I've learned the intricate dancing Of when to let go and keep holding on. I still step on toes and trip on laces, But at least I can recognize when I'm in the presence of greatness. Slide through my window, push through my blinds, Knock on my lids,When the dance is mine. I'll be here waiting between the lines of slumber and divine.
By Jesemynn Cacka7 years ago in Poets
Walls
Walls with no windows tall thick and strong. Walls so old, walls that have been up for so long. So long no one knows why they were built or what they protect.
By Richard Newkirk7 years ago in Poets