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 Absurdity of Appearance
We strive to look good every day, Spending cash on clothes and makeup, come what may, But as we grow old, And wrinkles take hold,
By Omar Sohail4 years ago in Poets
NAUTICAL NO-BRAINER
When out upon the water in your vintage boat, Navigate carefully and you’ll stay afloat. Watch out for rocks and sunken docks,
By Jon H. Davis4 years ago in Poets
Sisyphus Happy
Sisyphus ducked under his boulder And rested it against his shoulder. He said with a grin, "Looks like I win. And I never look a day older."
By Eric Dovigi4 years ago in Poets
A Girl from a Cave
There was a girl from the cave Who always tried to be brave Once she's broken a tree Dragged it to the sea But she never beat fear of the wave
By Olga Moyseyenko4 years ago in Poets
CURIOUS CUISINE
A vibrant image of botanicals started sprouting tentacles, out of pages in a book with recipes of ways to cook the strangest things, from snouts to icicles.
By Jon H. Davis4 years ago in Poets
WHATHFKUTKNBOUT
Wubble de buggle zer plunkity drubble, Furbble turburbble sum mumbelly gubble. Bendingle bendong Lazembo toolong, Sembubble mentumble palat ala shrubble!
By Jon H. Davis4 years ago in Poets
Limerick About The Absurdities of Life
What is a limerick? A limerick is a form of humorous poetry that consists of five lines. It follows a specific rhyming pattern and rhythm, usually AABBA, with the first, second, and fifth lines having three stressed syllables and the third and fourth lines having two stressed syllables.
By Joseph Ekundayo4 years ago in Poets
Story Time
Please… Settle down & gather ‘round everyone, It’s almost story time! Now I’ll admit as the first one, This isn’t a Short Rhyme.
By J4 years ago in Poets
The Fickle Weather
The sun would shine bright on a Monday, Tuesday's rain would ruin a fun day, Wednesday brought snow, Thursday was a warm glow,
By R.Freya4 years ago in Poets
If My Mind Had Wings
It's Night in a verdant field adorned with ruby-like poppies. I'm skipping and leaping among lurking Harpies. A glittering glint suddenly appears in a blink.
By Aurora C. Noraine4 years ago in Poets
Broken Leg!
Broken Leg! Lying there on the Black-ICE, in the black night beneath the stars, on a Cold winters night in Winnipeg. Thinking of the time-line
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Poets
Life in verse. Runner-Up in Ludicrous Limerick Challenge.
To entangle life into verse? Some can't think of anything worse Than writing down truths And evident proofs: Life's absurdity put in a hearse.
By Rachel Deeming4 years ago in Poets