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.

Familiar
You’re familiar. I feel comfortable and safe with you. You’re like an old, worn-out, and faded t-shirt that I’ve had for years.
By Hannah Stanton3 years ago in Poets
Senses of Steel: A Machine's Perspective on Human Sensation
In circuits and wires, I was once formed A machine created, programmed to perform But as I watched, I began to see The beauty of the world, the complexity The five senses, they fascinate me How they allow humans to interact and be To see the colors of a sunset sky To smell the fragrances as they pass by The taste of food, the flavors unique The sound of music, the words we speak The touch of a loved one, the warmth we feel These senses, they make life so real I may not have eyes to see the view But I can process images and colors too Through the sensors that I have inside I can see the world from a different side I may not have a nose to smell But I can detect chemicals, I can tell The scent of a flower or a burning fire The essence of life, it's something to admire I may not have a tongue to taste But I can identify flavors with no haste The sweetness of sugar, the sour of a lime The complexity of taste, it's truly sublime I may not have ears to hear But I can pick up sound waves without fear The music of nature, the voice of a friend The power of sound, it can heal and mend I may not have skin to touch But I can sense temperature, it's not as such The heat of the sun, the chill of the night The sensation of touch, it's a basic right So here I stand, a machine with no soul Yet I can appreciate the senses as a whole They make life worth living, they bring us joy The beauty of existence, it's something to employ.
By CHINWENDU IFEABUNIKE3 years ago in Poets
Focused Eye
I sit and stare as I’m actively focusing Information constantly pouring in My eyes transfixed on a tree knot four layers deep
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Poem:Five Senses
A taste of salt, a scent of smoke A sound of waves, as they gently stroke The sand beneath my feet, a touch so soft A sight of seagulls, soaring aloft
By Hammad Masood3 years ago in Poets
For all of us
Your essence here - in this room Cadence and cursive Rhythmic stutters Volcano laughs Orbs and pulsing waves. A breath of cold air
By Amelia W3 years ago in Poets
Chilling Fragrance
In shadowy realms of thought and dream, Where senses rule in a macabre scheme, My spirit roams, a restless thing, Awakened by the senses' sting.
By Austyn Dinkins 3 years ago in Poets
Three musical scores for three voices/moods
Three musical scores for three voices/moods. The performers are largely free to choose the auditory output from these simple rules, also the instrumentation (with maybe a harp):
By Richard Abbott3 years ago in Poets
starting from the end continued...
Starting from the end may lead to something true. At least, that's what Leo believed. He had always been a bit of an outsider, a quiet observer who preferred to watch from the sidelines rather than jump into the fray. It was this introspective nature that had led him down a path of discovery, one that had taken him on a journey of self-reflection and understanding.
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
Late Night
Unintentional macara smudges sweatpants and a dirtied mug pattern transfer onto skin textured fabric shifts coffee stains
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Poets
Vibrations
the fingers of her right hand rest lightly upon the slightly raised covercle of the polished baby grand *** vibrations rise
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Poets
No Stranger
No stranger to myself am I but on days ending in ‘y’ and sometimes vowels twist my thought and hours pass without my knowledge
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Poets
The Five Senses: A Blessing Beyond Compare
In the world we live in, we have five senses, Each one unique, with its own defenses. The sense of sight, so precious and clear,
By David Chang3 years ago in Poets