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.

Outer Rim
Without or within Time keeps Truth beyond my grasp In this outer rim
By Zay Ketcham4 years ago in Poets
The 80's
Teased Big puffy hair Bengal bracelets on each arm Days of the eighties
By Maria Shaw4 years ago in Poets
Ephemera
Time is an arrow In an emptying quiver Watch it fly right by.
By T. McCormack4 years ago in Poets
THE AKASHIC
The record of light from the beginning of time, how far can you see? The Time Capsule Haiku Challenge presents interesting possibilities for sparking the imagination, encapsulating the nature of time and space in unexpected perspectives. This is one of the 17 haikus in this series I have recently created.
By Jon H. Davis4 years ago in Poets
VINTAGE RECORD
Ancient fossils share mysteries of their existence, Here, in their record. The Time Capsule Haiku Challenge presents interesting possibilities for sparking the imagination, encapsulating the nature of time and space in unexpected perspectives. This is one of the 17 haikus in this series I have recently created.
By Jon H. Davis4 years ago in Poets
FOOTPRINTS OF GIANTS
Dinosaurs once roamed our Earth for ages, leaving lasting impressions. The Time Capsule Haiku Challenge presents interesting possibilities for sparking the imagination, encapsulating the nature of time and space in unexpected perspectives. This is one of the 17 haikus in this series I have recently created.
By Jon H. Davis4 years ago in Poets
Thinking Thoughts
lost in the threshold of my being, I search for lost thoughts, struggle with reality, fumble the pretext of the mind, failing to recover the fumble,
By Moe Radosevich4 years ago in Poets
My Parents Raised Me Strong
my Ima is strong like both forest and fire a blaze that can take your breath away and provide home for many - my Aba is strong like root and trunk
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Poets
A Truth About You
Think about this; You have the ability to survive anything That is why, despite all the storms made of pain and loss, despite all the chaos
By Riparian4 years ago in Poets
NAKED
My greatest moment of intimacy, was not the evening we took all our clothes off. But it was when you saw me at my most difficult state.
By Riparian4 years ago in Poets
Butterfly Wings
Altering the past. Reflection is like stepping on butterfly wings.
By David Ginsberg4 years ago in Poets
The White House
He's redecorating the White House in washed-out tones of white: Pale Shimmer, Frosted Dawn, Sour Milk and Clouded Light.
By Riparian4 years ago in Poets