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.

My Own Company
Talking to myself Talking about the past Talking about the future Not judging myself for my thoughts Talking to myself I am my own company
By Maelyn Jeffers7 years ago in Poets
Yancy
Driving US-90 headed to Effie’s Thoughts of lobster gumbo Made up girl inside my head Feeling the sting of her loss Even though she has not been found
By Kat Ogea7 years ago in Poets
Consolation from Death
I gave the darkness a name As it finally surrounded me. Death became my closest friend In those inevitable hours and minutes.
By Michael Grube7 years ago in Poets
I Knew I'd Live Forever
I Knew I'd Live Forever Once, I knew I'd live forever, Don't ask too closely how. Forever's an awful long time you see,
By Abbey Ness7 years ago in Poets
King Wizard
I'll grab my lighter For the flames be lit To make it a little brighter My little green bic My crematoria such a might To hit gives you whiplash
By Noivad's Meops7 years ago in Poets
Portrait of a Killer
With the slit of a throat and slash of a knife he'd always hope you'd choke tonight, but now he finds that you won't die until next time thus he tries a different way each time hoping against hope that his problem dies so she cries and begs for her life amid all the pain and strife he holds her hand and looks into her eyes seeing the torment that resides inside on fragile wings her hope takes flight she thinks she'll make it out tonight so she fights and grabs the knife and runs it home he gasps the pain untold for all time he closes his eyes a sin that as cast aside now in his hands redemption lies will he choose to live or die
By Mark lewis [bitwima]7 years ago in Poets
Memories
The shadows of remembrance have peaked! Whenever I turn around I see memories of my childhood and the once-was and my vain dreams to be a famous singer.
By Melina Giorgalletou7 years ago in Poets
World
One thing leads to the next, As Hope is replaced By agonizing threats; Life is at risk, Because it's in our deceiving hands;
By Natalie G.7 years ago in Poets
Originality
“It’s like I tell people about Charles Bukowski. I do not know why. I should just tell them about myself. Quit wasting their time.
By S Sad7 years ago in Poets
Parallel
“Like an all exclusive hotel— Motel nicely tucked away From the modern chaos Into her own room. Where all seems scattered
By S Sad7 years ago in Poets
Beauty from the Root
Private Entrance Picture me on top Like a lion staring at his prey, Getting ready to eat you alive. I stare into your eyes
By isaura lemaster7 years ago in Poets
I Am
I am the beans cociendo en la hoya, I am the freshly mopped floor, I am the lingering scent of the laundry detergent after every load.
By Miriam Caballero7 years ago in Poets