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.

Living a Dream
I sit here all alone, with the edges closing in. But yet I'm not alone, as I smile from within. He says to let em out, with out him I am not whole.
By Matt powell7 years ago in Poets
Mutant
This became my comfort zone my own corner of the wild world, the tangible space where I could transcend or evolve into many of my other shapes.
By Greg Sanchez7 years ago in Poets
Word
Whenever I enter an airport, I immediately crave an egg McMuffin with cheese. I have no idea about the Pavlov dog psychology of it but it happens every time. I think airports just smell like McDonalds and therefore...you know what, I'm just going to go ahead and eat my sangwhich.
By Michelle Morris7 years ago in Poets
Circus Freaks
Way down in the slums of the west Lives your most unusual pest Secluded from the putrid world Lives your most terrifying boys and girls
By Ayesha Brown7 years ago in Poets
Pastel Coloured Dreams
How did we get to this place we said we wouldn’t? To this place we surely knew we shouldn’t. Eerie and damp is the boneyard of dreams.
By Ahsif Khair Mohammad7 years ago in Poets
In the Alcove
I hang on to so little, But I do it so tightly. A loose leaf, a matchstick, some black tea. I used to use spoons to measure things,
By R.M. Kamm7 years ago in Poets
De.ar Noire
Each.., virtuous... parable, escribo terrible. Marionette, epithet clipped by the nefarious, so thus My stringent manner was comparable to a feral banner.
By SIN TheArchitect7 years ago in Poets
Ghost Town
I have a head cold. I am dehydrated, half asleep grinding my teeth to the clicking of a wall clock. My head is in a vice.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
Warm Milk and Suicide
Chocolate chip cookies. Warm milk and suicide. Scattered sleep. Snow and hopelessness. Not knowing day from night. Sunrise from sunset.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
Neverland
I wish I was in Neverland I wish I was the only footsteps in nowhere land I want the dream because reality just bites off your hand
By Lee A Howlett7 years ago in Poets
My Night Sky
"Hide," She'd said. And I did. The space was dark, unlike the night sky it was dark with no stars and where the night sky was
By shaneikiyaz7 years ago in Poets
Eroded & Hollowed
My mind is in a constant cry, Fierce thoughts will not subside. Walking with death My soul will not rest, The Devil’s rejects
By devil racer7 years ago in Poets