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.

Fear Factor
8. All through the haunted house, there were little hiding places. Corners and open doorways that scary creatures could easily hide in.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Fear Factor
5. Upon walking in, my expectations were very low. I wasn’t expecting anything that I hadn't already seen. But I immediately changed my mind.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Fear Factor
4. As we got there, Denny’s Funhouse didn't look scary on the outside. It looked like it was made for little babies. Ricky and Jimmy exchange the bet money. Ricky made a bet that if I get scared in this haunted house, Jimmy has to pay him 50 dollars.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Fear Factor
3. They chose some new haunted houses and asked which ones I thought we should go to. I really didn’t care so I just picked a random one.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Fear Factor
2. My friends pull up to my house. We sat down at the kitchen table. They wanted to discuss our Halloween plans. There were a few parties in our area, but in other cities the mansion parties were being thrown. That was what I was excited about the most.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Fear Factor
1. Since I have been a kid, nothing has really scared me much. Bugs were nothing, dogs were so precious, and tornadoes sounded like heaven.
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Blue Water
Flowers in a vase, blue water.Science in a bottle, art the universe around. Stagnation kills the whale.Fear kills the octopus. And both cannot eat each other.What did they say when we were little children?That the devil will come.And the devil came. And he left again. Actually, it's a woman. I saw with my own eyes. Blood streamed out of them.
By Centina Alexa König-Weichhardt4 years ago in Poets
Rose Fever
Feverish in the night’s middle, The wind is hollow, the rocks are brittle. Your heart is beating, and you’re warm inside,so..
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Whispering Darkness.
In the heart of the woods, so dark and deep Lies a well, where horrors always creep A place of darkness, where no light can shine
By Quincy.V4 years ago in Poets
Swimming in Love.
In a tank of crystal clear Where water shimmers, bright and sheer Swim the fish of love so true In shades of red and gold and blue
By Quincy.V4 years ago in Poets
Oxytocin
Behind one’s smile is one cry for help. When life falls apart, it’s falling fast. You yearn for the happiness that you’ve never felt.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
fatally freckled face
like peppercorns on the table his face was capable tell every lie under the sun until it was smothered by the bright curtain of dawn
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets