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.

Who's That Peeping in My Window
Some individuals find joy in being a peeping Tom just to invade your privacy It is lust or the cheap thrill they feel that makes them get aroused
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Poets
Pluviophile
The world fades into the grey blanket, softening at the edges Ambient noises are swallowed, the world becomes hushed Umbrellas, hooded figures, coats walk briskly to escape the wet
By Colorful Chaotic8 years ago in Poets
Pages from Hades' Spellbook
Curse of the Necromancer The power of Philia brings life into these weary bones from the deepest of Purgatory's depths— Grant awaken'ness to my servants of Hades
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
I Was Once a Whale
I was gigantic, My gentle mass dividing those around me as I drifted, softly, slowly through the expanse. My wide eyes, never intending to harm, my haunting voice, never raised in anger.
By Kaya Terlaak8 years ago in Poets
Theatrics of an Earthbound Visitation
Walk in backwards so as to hide away said face. A mask in the chest of many. Eyes do see and beckon for notice, Until selfishness confronted and a pool of emotions,
By Shaylynn Heidemann @paulo_deam8 years ago in Poets
Ready, Set, Rewind
There's a time and a place for everything Whether you're ready for it or not One day you're feeling confident But in the same moment you're forced to stop
By Holly Lea8 years ago in Poets
Recite
A commanding forte resounds From the open maw of the baby grand Yanking me back into the room From which I had departed In meandering contemplation of my place in the book
By Violet P. Davies8 years ago in Poets
Showman
You are quite an actor, staying hidden behind your mask. The world doesn't see the real you drowning in your flask. Hats off to the performance, but now it’s time to go ahead and let out your rage. Uh oh, put it on pause, it’s time to go back on stage. You tell all these stories, you live all these lies, but I know the secrets hidden in your eyes. I know all the stories. You think think you can just hide. Getting everything done for you. Living on a free ride. Wait… Wait.. she did your makeup wrong, but before you begin the brawl. Smile, Smile, the Curtain is about to fall.
By Sydney Essex8 years ago in Poets
Hi, My Name Is Sydney...
Hi my name is Sydney and i am 16 years old And as i grow old, my story unfolds And as i live, my emotions give And as i cry, my happiness tends to die
By Sydney Palm8 years ago in Poets
7 Deadly Poems
The way of me beats the way of you. I’m beautiful, I’m perfect, my imperfections are not true. Doubting me will only hurt you, because the way of me beats the way of you. (pride)
By Sydney Essex8 years ago in Poets
Nature of the Anxious
Where in the world am I? I feel it, it’s there on my shoulder just sitting there keeping me company. Clinging to my thoughts so rich in its worry, darkness, and dismay. A being so minuscule in size, yet so strong. Binding to my shoulder and whispers, whispers his worry; feeling his fear weighing down my chest like lead.
By Mario Castelli8 years ago in Poets
Icarus
Time’s breath runs down my neck as I build these wings out of pieces of my self - ripped from sinews, from veins - for my body is a
By D.A. Baldwin8 years ago in Poets