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.

Money
A life without money isn’t a life they said But there are those who live happily without money There are those who live life to the fullest without money
By HerPrivateLife4 years ago in Poets
Aspiring Ascella
Among All Admirable Asteroids Ascella Aspires! Against All Abyss Ascella Aspires! After All Alluring Amenities Ascella Aspires!
By Chrystal Holdren4 years ago in Poets
UNBATED
Uncounted unknown universes, Unsuspected utopias unfold. Unending undulations, Unraveling unspoken understandings. Ubiquitous uncertainty upends,
By Jeremy Slater4 years ago in Poets
ABCDream
Artfully achieve acceptance And award abstract awareness annually Because balanced brains Breathe beautifully beyond birth.
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
Caught Between
I tread water in white caps of tumultuous waves by jagged rocks omnipresent and unchanged but ironically, seem to wave as if they had
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
Arachne
Grass is green here but only A dark damp shade of blades that Barricade This Masquerade of Men. A chapel, Its walls of worn stone not yet
By River Cronan 4 years ago in Poets
The Rhythm of Life
In the 21st century, we're always on the run; Anxiety and depression, we're never really done. Competition is high, we must always strive
By AZ4 years ago in Poets
Creation
Creation commences. Cinematographic choirs, compelling chords, carry conviction. Confidently constructing choreographed connections.
By Jacquelyn Gammey 4 years ago in Poets
Twisted on its side
Wintery weather winds-weeps are wild. Winter wanders into the wastes. Water wearily wakes when waves whistle. Deep down dregs drowning in the darkness.
By Elizabeth Butler4 years ago in Poets
Edgar Allan Poe life and works
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was an American writer, poet, and literary critic who is best known for his gothic and horror stories. He had a troubled life, plagued by poverty, alcoholism, and mental health issues, and died at the young age of 40.
By Eyüp Turan4 years ago in Poets
Battle
Bodies bashed, broken, Brains baffled, bewildered Bloodshed Bacchanalia Battleground, ballista barraged Bathing, baptizing blood
By Bryan Buffkin4 years ago in Poets
Revelation
New gods replace the old. No one remembers their names anymore. Never revealing themselves until they’re told— divine amnesia.
By C. M. Norwood 4 years ago in Poets