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.

Unsent Letters: IX
I’m tired of being seen for my “potential” I have the capacity for great things I create beauty I create art My abilities to make things happen is endless and yet in moments when I am at zero I feel bound and chained to the greatness of my “potential”
By Liquey the Poet3 years ago in Poets
There is a Garden
Among the hysterics of history Glistening in the grieving graveyard Where seeds deposited possibilities There is belief Amidst the cracked crevices of
By Kt3 years ago in Poets
the joker
9. Just when I think I’ve reached my untimely demise, I see the dudes crew start dropping like flies. As I’m paying attention to all the commotion going on, I feel a pain in my jaw. Then everything goes black. For like a minute, then I regained my consciousness.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
7. As we leave the restaurant, the vibe was nowhere near. You could tell everyone wanted to just go home. But it was only 5 and the sun is still out.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
10. Ronny Booker saved the day. Something that I wasn’t expecting. He brought a ray blaster into the party with him. He just started spraying at the dude's small little crew until one after the other just drop down like flies. Right after I got punched, we picked up Quan and Rita and we got up out of there.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
8. As I’m scanning the party, I see a few faces that I recognize off rip. But I still had to let the function rock out. Then I see the dude from earlier at the pool and he didn’t look happy. He had people with him.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
6. We walked to Mickey D’s. All that swimming and arguing made me starving for burgers. We sat down to eat. While we ate Rita had to get something off her chest.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
1. Everyone has a funny friend. One who always cracks jokes. But some just don’t know how to turn it off. Goofballs all day, every day. It gets to the point where nobody take some serious.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
2. It was our spring break. Whole week off from school. Been waiting for a while. School's getting on my nerves. Anyways, we're at my house. Me, Rita, Quan and Ronny. Sunny and pretty day outside. Trying to find some moves.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
3. Quan was heated from Ronny. He stayed silent the whole walk up to the pool. Rita was trying to be the peacemaker. It was a nice day, she didn’t want it to be spoiled by petty fighting.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
4. "Okay Bobby, I see you!" At the top of his lungs. Of course she started giggling with her cute self. But I, on the other hand, was actually annoyed by it. Can’t believe he did that. In my head I was thinking,
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
the joker
5. I was done kicking it with ole girl, so I was ready to go. Rita and Quan were thinking the same. So I start packing up my stuff and little did I know, Ronny was starting trouble with a kid.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets