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.

The Midnight Circus
A dark indigo vignette encompasses a light that is drawn towards the center of your average 4 x 7. Full retinal exposure
By Darnum Barnum8 years ago in Poets
Picture Perfect
The Daughter has secrets Her Brother tells lies Their Father is evil Their Mother's not kind Though all is for a reason
By Alissa Valles8 years ago in Poets
Interdimensional Hopscotch
I don't understand it either, How noises of subtle nuances Like to bloom randomly, from the corners of my mind. All the other beautiful noises
By Darnum Barnum8 years ago in Poets
From The Grave
Digging, clawing, without even knowing She’s deeper in than ever before Darkest depths this love bent breath Underneath an earthly spell
By Dorn Simon8 years ago in Poets
No Escape
thoughts confusing so abusive mind is racing cannot do this I'm conflicted do I love you do you love me the way you say you do
By Max Pierre8 years ago in Poets
Fears
When people ask, "What is your biggest fear?" I say, "Well, I don't know. I'm scared of quite a few things" I wonder should I give them the answer most people say:
By Deja Scott8 years ago in Poets
Smoke
The burning tree demanding forth: Skin the kings As the spiral of roaches Awaken the teeth of steel Thy Holy Child My kin together
By Bernard Aquilina8 years ago in Poets
Different Tides
Last night I slept with you. I took a bath in your waters of passion, i swore you were good to me. your eyes below my waist I swear tonight will be one hell of a ride & though I know streams come and go with the only split residue lingering in between your lips reminding you that no matter how many flavors you've tasted, some how yours will remain my favorite.
By Veronica Pamindanan8 years ago in Poets
Dawn of Darkness
The Dawn of Darkness Deeper Daunting Dark skies. We look outside at night, watch the darkest hours crawl by, like the mighty raven in awkward flight.
By Nikki WildFire8 years ago in Poets
Silly Little Dragon
Silly dragon, Why do you cry? Silly dragon, Why did you believe. Silly dragon They brought fire alive, Then took your flame.
By Nikki WildFire8 years ago in Poets
The Human Condition
Swimsuits filled with odd shaped holes But a T-shirt covers my stomach rolls Sun-kissed skin and sun-bleached hair But my cellulite is everywhere
By yasmin grunwald8 years ago in Poets
Masterpiece
the evil within isn't a sin see my smile wait for a while just under your skin see my evil grin shall we begin take you apart
By Kaloriinn Mason8 years ago in Poets