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.

Darkness
Darkness breaks Sharp gleaming teeth Smiling at me Tendrils sneak towards me Wrapping me in its heat Keeping me safe
By Mary Davis8 years ago in Poets
Breath... Exhaled
A breath ...exhaled Let loose to creep to the crack of wood surrounding That nighttime window, cloaked in dark as it Reflects.
By Kati Bowditch8 years ago in Poets
The Enemy
Swimming in a sea of compromise Drowning in the mouths of his lies Pieces of him falling to the wayside Disappearing in the sands of time
By A.C. Zempleni8 years ago in Poets
Residue
As I slip and slide, I disappear further inside. Falling deeper and deeper Into the hole that is my mind I hear the voices telling lies
By A.C. Zempleni8 years ago in Poets
My City
My city is a wondrous beast, That lives and dies every day. I see it breathe with the rising of the sun. I see it die when all goes quiet.
By Isaiah Ogilvie8 years ago in Poets
Hot Tea
An ice cube crackles when submerged into hot tea. Hot tea swells and descends slowly down the esophagus to a lake in the soul.
By Michelle Kirk8 years ago in Poets
Ouija
The board is taken from the bag, set on the blanket. (Ready to play?) Two fingers, on the planchette. (Are you sure?)
By Rose Ashton8 years ago in Poets
Abstract
Sunrise burns maize through the atmospheric tranquility Greeting lillies with a tip of its billowing white-cloud top hat Whistling, wistful morning birds chirping at my door mat
By sunny boy8 years ago in Poets
Shape-Shifter
In memory I will live forever, A Space Pirate. An epic drifter of space and time A cosmic shifter, a dreamer Limitless in existence
By sunny boy8 years ago in Poets
Energy
Forbidden energy, You flow down my spine, And charge up from my feet, Forever synergy, Expanding through my mind, Invading every thought I keep,
By Dré Xavier8 years ago in Poets
Hide and Seek
A little girl sat in a corner, while her mother continued to ignore her. “Maybe I was bad,” the little girl thought, but when the doorbell rang, she thought,
By Jade Mautner8 years ago in Poets
Stars for Crying
Under the seductive, scintillating stars of night, through sadness of heart so weary in fright, by tears of cold and stories untold, heartbreak can look upon - look for the soul so bright - shining in the sky of beautiful light, where stars supine, like tree's of pine, so high and thrusting in midnight cry.
By Frank Kemble8 years ago in Poets