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.

Tattoos
I am tattooed on You That fist-sized section of skin, I’m immortalized in The spot where your heart should be. On your chest,
By :)7 years ago in Poets
Hall Of Mirrors
Vexations smiling and dimly illuminated from the glass she only wished to shatter into the oblivion of the world beyond in which they
By Writers' Circle7 years ago in Poets
Clouds
“What’s your favorite thing to look at?” She’d always ask me, I’d respond with a sly smile, “You of course.” She’d roll her eyes and say,
By Kaylee Henrickson7 years ago in Poets
C'est La Vie
How does one stop being sad when sad is the only thing you feel? How can the same issue bother over and over again when it’s been sworn off.
By Jade Paul7 years ago in Poets
Dog on My Doorstep
I stood naked and prone in front of you, while you, fully clothed with eyes closed pushed me onto the street. You closed the door and what was supposed to be intimate and special was now indiscrete.
By Julie Von Poopmiester7 years ago in Poets
The Monster at Large
This poem might not seem all that scary at first … until we think about it and realize where the modern-day monster is hiding nowadays.
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Poets
Beneath the Waves
Peering up from beneath the waves, The sun beams down upon me. Looking up, I see a face, Exquisite and unaware. Do I make myself known,
By Mermaid Lilliana7 years ago in Poets
Breaking Change
I was there when god said he’d never lose faith in us In the illness that ever wrote word to this Seen it through ways of sunstained life stone ages you never think I could of thought this i rebuilt in this idea of creation and brought what you can’t shift
By Kiefer Jackson7 years ago in Poets
Riding the High
There's an unspoken poetry in the drug-induced masses, a taboo truth known only by those who’ve tasted it... Collaborating a collective unity of archaic emotion that erupts proudly, loudly and uncontrollably from within.
By K. M. Strong7 years ago in Poets
Mortem
John Donne Said, “Death, thou shalt die” Diving into its depth, a few questions arise, My curious mind can’t help but pry,
By Areej Tahir7 years ago in Poets
Dry Your Eyes
It's too bad I want it need it breathe it eat it sleep it can not have it I'm looking at it right now in the eye confirming it is indeed real
By Steven Krous7 years ago in Poets
Perceptions of Eternity
At the moment of conception to breathing without care Death's voice beckons to entangle our soul in his snare He summons us in unyielding and ominous ways
By Denise Joyce Williams7 years ago in Poets