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.

"A Perfect World"
Sometimes I run to dreams to awaken my reality. Trying hard to escape actuality. 'Cause when I look around all I see is tragedy.
By Michael Wolfe7 years ago in Poets
Reincarnation of a Son
Neither male nor female, only being consciously genderless A single mind and body could never define the depths to my truths
By Brent Horling7 years ago in Poets
Journey Man
An eternal Traveler with thousands of faces A restless mind with millions of traces Ember to Inferno and then to ashes A serenity painted sanity on his mind is the last thing he wishes
By Nabin Yonghang Limbu7 years ago in Poets
Fated Soul
Another lash against my back. Another bruise inked on my tattered heart. Another tear escapes my eye. God, oh God, why wont you let me die?
By Kyrsta Morehouse7 years ago in Poets
Mien; Bearing
I have been living with severe Pure O OCD for 2 years now, just after I got off of drugs. In just one of my many attempts at peace of mind, I drove to a building downtown and opened the door to an elaborate office, where I met a woman who does brain scans with those weird electrode caps. She gave me a therapy session after the brain scan, in which she asked me to close my eyes and picture my anxiety when it's at its worst. (She also told me to stop listening to rock and take up smooth jazz... haaa.)
By Karly Jo7 years ago in Poets
Cloud Control
Heavy eyes. I have so much to do and see, But I do and see it all With heavy eyes. My mind It feels... Blank. Blank, but I still feel like I'm
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
Rage
the flame of utter irritation and fury is killing me. every time i see your face a part of me is turning into ash. the more i attempt to conceal and push aside the more my soul smells of sulfur. i radiate heat continually. nonstop. just the thought of you taking me away and shaming me. i have had all i can take. i'm done. i am an intolerant person because of you. when i look in mirror i don’t know how to react because of you. how could you do this to me. why? afraid of how to act. secretly hiding away afraid of your outburst. i am like you because of you. you only think of your needs and wants even when you say otherwise. i stopped being happy because of you. so much anger held inside of me. i am the cliche of the ticking time bomb. the indignation. my wrath is yet to be unleashed. all the hurt and suffering of all the years will remain. i can never implode. the rage will remain there for as long as i live. literally eating me and no one will ever know. I won’t let it.
By xandra7 years ago in Poets
I Am
The stars, the darkness, the planets, my hands outstretched. I breathe in deep, all beauty and love, and breathe out the wretched.
By Eris7 years ago in Poets
The Henchman
In my days of squandered youth, I spent precisely One year as an anonymous henchman for An evil genius. His plan of destroying the earth by funneling all the
By David Bulley7 years ago in Poets
Movement
A life in motionBut what does that mean?The context? The syntax? Or was it the "dream within a dream?"We grow so very quicklyBut alas, we are slaves to our own designA clock that's perpetually tickingMan's prison, his concept of TimeSecular yet linearWhat else is there to know?Your past is what makes youYour future is unforetoldBut what is there was more?A "MORE" so seldom seenInfintite versions all around usEnergies & entities drifting in betweenFor you see...Everything around us is movingFrom the stars.. to the universe..Then back to meAs within.. so withoutAs above.. so belowMultitudenous frequencies and vibrationsEver expanding consciousness united with Soul.
By Renee Wilson7 years ago in Poets
Addiction
black sun setting on nothing flames of consumption red unexpanded sucking life not giving it ashes and gray tastes of evaporating bones
By LoLaines B7 years ago in Poets
Down the Rabbit Hole
A planetary shift, sending emotional energy shockwaves through every grid of this vast universe. Vibrating frequencies with tickling melodies as they enter your soul through your feet, as you walk on Mother Earth's rich soil.
By Elizabeth Forbes7 years ago in Poets