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.

If These Walls Could Talk
Held you were, protected from the storms Shaded from the blinding rays at midday Warmed as winter winds preyed upon the land
By Catherine Norman8 years ago in Poets
The Mansion in My Dream
I once had a dream influenced by longing, Where I entered a mansion of a nature unknown. And a tree grew within, with a trunk thick and looming,
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
Fragments of Me Part 1
You may think that the small appearance I have made in your life makes up a part of the real me in some sense. But let me dismiss any notion that your opinion matters at all. You are insignificant and cannot flee. Unless you become beyond family to me, all of you will end up in the past tense.
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
The Dead Air
The dead air looms like the shoe of the world waiting to fall. the building creeks and bends and a baby squeals in some distant corner.
By Andrew Arnett8 years ago in Poets
Angels and Demons
It starts with a thought an idea in our minds about what happens when we have left this world behind. Do we ascend to the gates of gold or do we climb down to the stories untold, are we destined for heaven or hell no one knows but have to wait to see what unfolds. We long to reach far above the heavens to live in paradise with all those who have gone before us but the reality of it all is not all of us make it some of us fall, we are pinned with the stone of our mistakes for most of us pray to be something great but fall short due to misguidance in our past and let the snake show you wrath. for the others who live so pure when you get there the doors will slowly open showing you everything for you have been chosen.
By Loki Ramsey8 years ago in Poets
The Ballad of Voodoo Boy
BEFORE WE BEGIN, IT HAS TO SAID, THAT VOODOO BOY HAS SAWDUST AND CLOTH FOR A HEAD. HIS BODY WAS MADE FROM AN OLD DIRTY SACK,
By Stu Perrins8 years ago in Poets
A Rabbit Heart Mind
I like to go out long after the world is asleep to see what dreams look like , I wonder if I could look inside your mind ,
By kat belaire8 years ago in Poets
The Knowledge
In a dream I saw the universe far and wide And I saw myself traveling the stars I was searching and seeking only I cried.
By Sarah Hopper8 years ago in Poets
For I Am the Moon
For half of me is light Perception always changing For half of me is dark Truth remains the same Wax and wane though I might
By Tori Mallette8 years ago in Poets
Schizophrenic
Darkness even with open eyes Voices in his head Disturbing him Hands shaking Laughter getting louder Gripping the blade
By Christiana Strauss8 years ago in Poets
Never Titles - Piece 4
You know, I'd like to tell you, That I'd sell you something, Nice, Not pure, But whose can be? The world's a place, Not meant for me,
By Beth Biven8 years ago in Poets
Never Titles - Piece 3
It hurts, The curse, The rhyming verses, All the moments gone, It closes, Up the wound, This hollow crater, 'Neath scar tissue,
By Beth Biven8 years ago in Poets