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.

Death Rings a Bell
Death rings a bell and I open the door to the entrance way. For the first time, I know what loss looks like. I know what loss feels like. I was ten years old and though I already knew that we were never given a forever. I just didn’t know what endings looked like, how endings felt. Until I lost my Mema.
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
Azucenas
Oh! So mine called purity, So mine called sweetness, That I shall always carry For them, As if were my responsibility.
By Noreth Marquez8 years ago in Poets
Midnight Encounter
He beckoned to her in the stillness of the night; calling to her with his raspy voice His dark tall frame loomed menacingly
By Loraine Collins "Poetess"8 years ago in Poets
Forgotten
Strung high on a line of hate and anger, watched by vultures who crave the opposing sides of who I am and who they wish I could be. Backpedaled into icy embrace, who am I?
By Ghost G.8 years ago in Poets
The Plan
The plan, not for every man/woman to be aware, with all the text and bullets included, next step takes total movement, Actions, some fast pace, others slow pace because without patience, no pace has any success rate,
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
25 Years
25 years of marriage Even wearing bulky armour And having a dash of moonlight I'm always the runner-up Mist beneath the smoky embers
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
Human. Submarine.
human. a fish out of water. a seashell. left forgotten. birthed into an abyss. city of terror. sea of nightmares.
By NaSadè Gray8 years ago in Poets
Colors Beaten Dead
Everywhere I go is all but dead-end. Page written full and end of the story. No will or inspiration left to hit another dead end.
By Liga Stromberga8 years ago in Poets
I Am Me.
I am me Myself and I I am the sun Golden wings increasing the reflection of my own Light by a thousand times I am the moon
By Melinda Jewett8 years ago in Poets
Dissociate to Elsewhere
Do you know how it feels To slip away To fade to somewhere else To elsewhere Do you know what it's like To fight for consciousness
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
The Clever Snake
A great feeling of joy filled the town, as people came out of their houses, as we all gathered around. I recall the rustle in the bushes as the green leaves flew; up into the air the wind took them; as it blew blew blew!
By Johanna Stockall8 years ago in Poets
Skyline Dreams
so breathe in, and scream out into this orange dusk sky with me. we’ll conquer these clouds with our lungs out here in this vast, open field.
By Erin Nicole8 years ago in Poets