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 man will remain unknown
breaking through the wall on his own from the Middle Ages to the modern zone “where have you been all these years with that patina-scarred face?”
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Pet Cemetery
They say what’s dead to us only we should bury. Gotta kill a bird with two stones instead. The weight of the dirt is too much to carry.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
where the old meets the young
young lives drawn to the rhythm of the relict on this island, desolate? deserted? derelict? looking for green, heavily soaked memories
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Dear Sweet Baby
Dear sweet baby, I know why you did it. I understand the pain that weighs so heavily on your mental that it becomes physically unbearable.
By Moni Staxx4 years ago in Poets
Dumpster Fire
If I spiral out of control this time, And my dumpster fire cannot be contained, Please know if I said I loved you I meant it genuinely,
By Moni Staxx4 years ago in Poets
Empty Heart in Vast Skies
Most times, when I stare at the majesty of the moon, I think about the beautiful strands of hair that used to dance in between the gaps of my fingers. These sunrays remind me of when you used to be warm and comforting, full of hope and strength. I always think these entities will never compare to when you were mine and I was yours. Each breath I take, you are a part of it.
By Kristine Via4 years ago in Poets
Cut Down by Words
I was told today that if I were a car, I’d be a Honda Accord, Civic at best. And those words cut deep. Reliable and trustworthy were the words used to soften the blow…
By Moni Staxx4 years ago in Poets
The Internet
This place does not exist, remember, It has no touch, nor taste, nor ember, And yet it burns a thousand lives, And yet it speaks both truth and lies,
By Rielle Hein4 years ago in Poets
Laundry Launch
Bonnie cleaned out his pockets In the pants she found a locket. He denied it twice She pounded him thrice And strapped his butt to a rocket.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Poets
A Woman in Peril
There once was a woman in peril Because of her ostrich named Darrell His beak and his claws Never gave as much pause As the bombs that dropped out of his barrel
By Evan Lord4 years ago in Poets
Dishes (A Limerick)
Life is a gift and a dream And there's a great, wide world to be seen. But wherever you go, There's one thing that I know:
By James Dorman4 years ago in Poets
On Seagulls and Divinity (A Limerick)
Humans think that we're quite heavy hitting, But there's one thing we're just not admitting: If God made us in line With some great, grand design,
By James Dorman4 years ago in Poets