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.

Spoiled
l can hear my rant I am tired to hunt l tried hard to shield my heart You had plucked it all out from the thickest armor
By Domenica Curro7 years ago in Poets
Dark Seams
As I confess my darkest sin, I do not wish for another tomorrow my friend, I’d rather die by my two hands, Never to let this life begin again,
By Neish7 years ago in Poets
Dual
“To be vital, and nourished. To view life at its purest. No definite title for the objective view, a thousand words and sounds to give anything close to a clue of what is true. I lie cause the truth hurts. I tell the truth cause the lie is worse. A blessing and a curse, but not really what it seems of course. I dreamed and felt it. I woke up and it left me disappointed. The truths and the lies are often double jointed, hell, mine as well be flexible to fit the scale. I failed that was a lie, I failed that was the truth. I succeeded that was a lie, I succeeded that was the truth. Either end of the stick can be proof of the vision that became the decision”.
By Trai R. Hawthorne7 years ago in Poets
Thinking
Thinking can be emotional, Thinking can be rational, Emotional thinking makes you weak, Rational thinking makes you strong,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
Rushing Towards the Sky
It’s getting ready to leave. I hurry to pack my things; Every book I own, And every stuffed animal I’ve ever played with,
By Jackie Barrows7 years ago in Poets
Microcosms (Vol. 1)
"There was a great conversation we had." "Yeah. So. What about it?" "I gotta get it" He hops the barbed fence into a nasty lair
By Keenan Chiasson7 years ago in Poets
Shapes of Time, Hours of Space
I look at what could’ve been. I look at what it actually is. A calculated design, An oiled machine that learns With every time it fails.
By Diego Sosa7 years ago in Poets
Rhyming Unreasonably
No reason, no rhyme, no reason, no rhyme, I feel I’ve been floating for quite some time Let all be assured that I’m never too sad
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
The Flood
What has come before has no meaning; It's sensibility soon to be swept away. These ideas have no peace, toxicity fills every crack and crevice. Association was the only option.
By Who7 years ago in Poets
Orange Peeled
Alert, but with heavy eyelids The briefest of wars begins Pith under the fingernails Don’t let any juice escape Take it all off in one piece
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
Weeds
Weeds-In the meadows which weeds grow and spread, devouring our Earth. People walk past their lies and pretend the world is full of joy and pleasure.
By Persephone Megahan-Yuschak7 years ago in Poets
The Vastness
I hear the vastness of my existance. It calls to me. I do not dare to answer. I'm afraid to touch my greatness. It is prickly and too bright.
By Calonte Thomas7 years ago in Poets