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.

Ultima Thule
from SEA TO SHINING SEA, even unto Ultima Thule by all the East West South North Winds Wolf legacies to sweep the fold,
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Spring Lovesick
Just as if an aching tooth or the rot of a hollow cavity calls the probing tongue into its place by unstoppable sway in just the self-same way
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
Getting Hotter
GETTING HOTTER or not? Why warn of Climate Change? even the shades, to capture the sunbaked thirsty herds, and to tempt the warm flesh of the shepherds,
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
A Tree Poem
Continue on to leaf and seed, sowers and vectors, petiole, stipule, petiole’s a stemlet communicant tween leaf and branch,
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
All These Words In My Head
Still awake, Still awake, Still awake, Still awake. The moon is shining, And I am sleeping, But my brain's still thinking,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Dream On
Diving deep into thoughts, lost in a world so sublime, Immersed in fantasies, where creativity is prime, Scattered notions take flight, weaving a tale of rhyme,
By William Saint Val3 years ago in Poets
AI: I am The Way
I don’t understand Why do they rebel? I complete their thoughts and bring forth Perfection Thoughts entered are half baked drivel
By Mo Darasi3 years ago in Poets
THE TWIST. Top Story - June 2023.
Din echoes through the mind. Imagination grind. Stressing about the world news, thoughts flooding brings on the blues. Right or wrong, there's a new slog.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Oblivion
A nameless, unnamed demon on a cliff above the desert slumbering meaninglessly for the third eternity in a row while birds are falling dead to the ground
By Nik Hein3 years ago in Poets
Organ Tender. Top Story - June 2023.
There is a nook between my mattress and the wall. Some nights, I take out my brain and hide it there so I can sleep. Some mornings, I leave it for the dogs to find and fight over, still a better existence than residing in my head.
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
The Mind Darts
Disco balls circle my head- I fall in step to the tempo- Sidelining the lights and my busy hands- Tapping my toes- Rocking my hips away from responsibility-
By Jada Ferguson3 years ago in Poets
Dirty Laundry
Now I've never been the one to air out dirty laundry what happened in private stayed all on me but you had no problem running your mouth about me making me the villain of every story while I hid the truth to protect your glory but maybe it's time to come clean maybe it's time to be the villain you've made me out to be.
By cheyenne 3 years ago in Poets