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 Castle
-The Castle- It lives there alone. It loves there alone. He cries there all alone. Staring at him in the distance, She walks along the water as if a ghost
By Juliann Calloway8 years ago in Poets
Mikah
A climb to great heights is nothing to the fall. The flickering lights are applause for standing tall. The velocity, the zero G
By Aether Atomsk8 years ago in Poets
Grave Day
I don't remember the first words I spoke to you, but I am sure of the idea that they were the most meaningful meaningless words I have ever spoken. My lips pray to a god, asking him that he see to no intended meaningless meaningful last words. Surely my last words to you will be followed by death. Who am I without you?
By t.a. Driver8 years ago in Poets
Dawn With Words Like Notes
A streak - a smear like grease over the top half of the moon. An hour at the top of a web of ropes - spent listening and watching - seeing.
By isa bel8 years ago in Poets
Restart
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sometimes I just need to scream into a pillow as loud as my vocal cords will stretch. AAAAAHHHHHH! I need to fill up my lungs so deep so the scream last for what sees like eternity. I need to close the blinds to my mind. Keep the light of thoughts from seeping into my brain. The compulsion to build a wall around me blocking out the world and everyone in it. I just like to squeeze my fingers around the neck of my problems and watch as the air slowly drains from them. Then once they die, I slowly open the blinds, step out into the world with a smile on my face and start another day.
By Elizabeth Cummings8 years ago in Poets
High Fashion
Space Cadets, my style is outer space, The array of garments, in combination they make some people feel out of place Using designer creations to shine in my own individuality, leaving space
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
Within the Gardens of Hell
I have laid awake beneath the weight Of nameless Gods staring upon my body. Shivering at my limbs intertwining their own.
By Wyatt Manlove8 years ago in Poets
Poetic Violence
I was born to fight Be violent and defend my views I was also born to be passionate Care about my words To be violently poetic is the way I was made
By Steph Sinclair8 years ago in Poets
Stardust
We are all made of stars. I believe it now, I see them there, in your eyes staring back at me. And I know the miles you have traveled,
By Amy Jourdan8 years ago in Poets
Racing Games
my actions are intended to be publicized they aren’t for my pleasure i do it to be criticized chastised it's blasphemy..
By Abby Rush8 years ago in Poets
St. Stephen
You find me inconsolable at the top of the stairs The end of a necklace in my hand We search and search and you tell me to pray to St. Stephen
By Pip O'Neill8 years ago in Poets
The Great Hourglass
Every word a grain of sand. Alone insignificant, Together they find purpose. Shaping reality, Creating perception. A hapless pile of sand embraces the ocean,
By Joseph Marra8 years ago in Poets