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.

Meeting Her (Vol 3)
Well I certainly hadn't seen too many like her. Shame it be really, world would be better off with a few more than just she.
By Mr. KUTZKY7 years ago in Poets
Dear Saturday Morning
Dear Saturday Morning, It was like a light bulb that was about to burn out had been croaking death for hours. I hated waking up to the sound of my dad thinking. That poor brain, why he tasked it to a mission he was miserably ill equipped to handle is an irony all to its self. Stupid is as stupid does.
By Mr. KUTZKY7 years ago in Poets
Chasing Shadows
Walking in black clouds Touching the dark place The river hides fears Seasons fighting for life Rains screaming on cry Weather stand half breath
By E. NATASHA7 years ago in Poets
Unbound
I screamed out loud I hollered inside I yelled into an empty crowd I vomited it all out I fought the drought And begged for water
By Tera Summers7 years ago in Poets
Defy
I just wanna know why... Why it seems so hard to find The woman to give you peace of mind A woman to hold your hand through all your trials.
By Tera Summers7 years ago in Poets
Your Ghost
I'm a lil embarrassed that you may have found out my secret The one you keep threatening out loud Making me wish I could walk, or run out
By Tera Summers7 years ago in Poets
Defeated Conqueress
I’m not supposed to feel this way anymore I guess I have my heart to thank For wanting to resurrect what never was All the forgotten memories that sank
By Tera Summers7 years ago in Poets
On the Edge of Darkness
Edge of darkness Copyright June 2nd, 2013 Out there on the edge of the darkness Eyes glowing greenly back at me. I hear the soft stealthy tread
By Jennine Donier7 years ago in Poets
Trouble
There was a clown at my door. A clown at my door? A clown at my door! "The circus is in town." "I'm not a circus freak." "All the same, I think you should come down and take a peek."
By Mia Lynn7 years ago in Poets
Holiday Blues
Oh look Company for the neighbors. Home for the holidays. Good luck with that. I'd rather be strapped to the speakers Of a snoop dawg concert.
By Antony King7 years ago in Poets
Someone Else’s
Getting tired of this act I’m putting on. Always having a mask readily available to put on a show. Ridden with guilt if I don’t get the script just right by the onlookers who haven’t even read it.
By Joy Ergang7 years ago in Poets
Long Light
When the world begins to crack, And the skies begin to fall, He comes down. He is no God or Devil, No Man or Woman, No Adult or Child.
By Tyson L7 years ago in Poets