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.

Join the Murder
The crow calls to me from outside my window as it's in the tree perched for it is I that it has searched. The crow is my personal invite to the murder because it's clear I have lost my sight of wrong and right.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Sick
They ask me how I feel. And with a cough I say sick, Finally feeling free enough to tell the truth. But what they aren't aware of is that there is another sickness in me that's been lurking for years.
By Alec Roberts8 years ago in Poets
Pages of Mystery
Pages of mystery Rest on the bracket I walk along side of it Running my Hand down the Spines of the Immobile teachers
By Richard Stacy8 years ago in Poets
Talking with Father
What is this I see before my eyes? An eagle in a tree, it tries to speak to me. Eagle says, "Follow me, for I am father, the way of the warrior, come my child, around the fire we shall gather."
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Skin I'm In
The skin I'm in, resembles the twins within, good on my right, bad on my left, the war has never ended, my skin is not your skin, regardless of the pigmentation you see me in, my style, my fashion, my morals and my character can not be remodeled or resembled,
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
Nowhere Is Somewhere
It is beautiful there. A dark haven filled with color they call Nowhere. Underneath my eyelids I stay there and play hide and seek with the beasts that lie silent in the shadows.
By Candace Isedore8 years ago in Poets
Find the Love Within
A hush fell upon the bloodied field, Both armies took a pause. A woman clad in robes had appeared, With yellow locks, lovely and long.
By Elisa Brooks8 years ago in Poets
Write
My eyes burn when I stare into the overbearing white Everywhere else I want the dark, under a faint moonlight Here however, the things laid bare, in overwhelming light
By Andrew Schrader8 years ago in Poets
'Tristan und Isolde' Harmonic Analysis and Chill
Part 1: 5 times, 5 times, 5 times. 3 times, 3 times. 1 time. 3 - 4, 6 - 8, 4 - 12. 1 - 2, 3 - 8, 4 - 4. stanza unknown.
By Darnum Barnum8 years ago in Poets
Stagnance of Spirit
I will not listen to this siren song. Endless wails of beckoning— And pleading “Just, get on with it” It seems to say— Day in, night out—
By Darnum Barnum8 years ago in Poets
Appeal to the Void
We can make this life thing seem a pretty dream—see the back of a quarter: the state of Arizona encapsulated by an idyllic sunset splashing
By James Kwapisz8 years ago in Poets
Sent From Space
grey clouds breed in the sky to make fear for the fearful the mist shifts vibrations from cheerful you can feel the cold breeze as hell drapes in
By b. h.8 years ago in Poets