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 Genie
40 days, 40 nights I looked in the mirror Felt a pawn, saw a king Turned to song, searchin' for the crown in me An empty throne that was a thorn in me
By Ezra Berkman8 years ago in Poets
When She Was a Rainbow
When she was red, she flowed like a blood-stained river.She was flushed cheeks when one catches the eye of a stranger.Some nights, she was a long red dress and slender high heels;a single cigarette clutched between fingers that bore traces of a bloody nose.On Tuesday evenings, she was a white rose petal gently painted with a brush of regret;The thorn she had forgotten to trim that quickly broke through skin.
By spooky j8 years ago in Poets
Scribbles
From the Outside In From the outside in, I can tell something is off... But it's probably just too early. Or you've got a busy day you're not ready for.
By Tessa Celeste8 years ago in Poets
Curiosity
I don't know.I move the same way you do, brother. With the same curiosity.You simply appear to be missing from me... in what feels like the strangest way possible.
By Elleonay8 years ago in Poets
Flight Delayed: Part 1
Like a long begone forsaken thaumaturgy Twice uttered once more by the clergy As it was, oh so urgently By the good Lord! Strange urges upon me
By Sabien Ruffin8 years ago in Poets
Into Darkness
the light is beautiful, of course… but so far from the magic held inside the Darkness. forced loss of sight lets us truly use
By Laurel Parker-Chan8 years ago in Poets
Little TeaaPot
There was a young girl who loved the dark she wore a black dress to match her black heart she went for a walk it was late it was dark
By Anais gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
Like-Minded
Like-Minds, the energy is fierce, too many ears, no problem our lingo, so discreet they won't comprehend even if they hear, the process of exchanging ideas, with a brain full of organisms creating, we never fear, cool calm and collected, we persevere
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
The End
Ever wonder why the world is like this? I always hated when they told me "That's just the way it is." If I could change anything, nothing would be the same. From the way people think to my own name.
By Chasity Sosa8 years ago in Poets
Scattered
Deep down, I'm an enigma, I merely try, so desperately, To kill off, inside me, this awful stigma. The brain is like a puzzle,
By Carolina Herrera8 years ago in Poets
Sleepless
Even when deviants, asleep are, My soul wonders in the sky, Walking in a town, I believe is my own. A silence retreats covered questions with an unmerciful despise.
By Val Mijares8 years ago in Poets
The Edge of the Cliff
Drowning I embrace the cool breeze. The thrashing bliss Suffocating each mad thought. Washing away the sin it knows. Swishing the crazed poison,
By I.V. Lopez8 years ago in Poets