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.

Recycled Words
An uncapped sense of wide-eyed creativity led me down this path A path lined with a deathly sense of failure at every step
By Paul Stewart4 years ago in Poets
Sing Along
A woman who lived in Hong Kong, Had a voice that was terribly strong. When she sang out a tune, It could shatter the moon,
By Lucas Dean4 years ago in Poets
Cheese
There was an old lady from Spain, Who walked with a very odd cane. It was made out of cheese, And it stank up the breeze,
By Lucas Dean4 years ago in Poets
giant pumpkin eater
they were one of his favourites lying endlessly in the field, close-knit the Gourd family won’t be pleased when you wolf down one of their heirs
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
chickenheart
wanted to fly as an astronaut his endless preparations included craning his neck high into the sky, taut never spread its wings wide, never accelerated enough
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Root a While
No, I can’t tell you what it’s like being a local because even my hometown feels foreign. Yet, so easily I can recount driving southbound on a one lane highway next to a sick dog who just wants to be held, shedding filthy blankets into the gas station bin like layers of our own skin, eager for warmth.
By Sam Eliza Green4 years ago in Poets
The Corporate Absurdity
A man in a suit and a tie, Would always tell just one little lie. But the lie it grew tall, And he lost sight of it all,
By Nikki Clam4 years ago in Poets
Fizik Kuantum Memuntahkan Kebenarannya
Ilmu Quantum dicari sudah, Jelajah dunia, menjangkau langit, Ramai cendikiawan menyaring fakta, Hanya hipotesa kalkulasi matematika,
By Roni Risay4 years ago in Poets
We slowly drove, he knew no haste
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. These lines are the opening stanza of the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.
By abdul4 years ago in Poets
The Tale of Three Men & the Enchanted Princess
In days of old, a journey long, Three skilled men did travel on. A carpenter, a tailor, and a mage, Their talents set them apart from the age.
By Roni Risay4 years ago in Poets
Dumb
Beneath the randy rabbit's gaze I clutch my knees and rock in place So much sorrow it has seen Yet never has it intervened
By Kel4 years ago in Poets
Too Many Doors Not Enough Exits
Last night I dreamt of doors once again. Finding myself in a stranger’s home I panicked at every footfall that did not belong to me. There had to be a door to the outside somewhere in this house.
By Tina D'Angelo4 years ago in Poets