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 World Tree
I walked through the woods, my mind adrift, and my feet wandering freely. I came upon a clearing, and within the clearing stood a tree.
By Shamus Schneider4 years ago in Poets
The Passage of Time
Time flows like a stream, Moments, memories, and dreams, Endless, yet finite.
By Viorel Secareanu4 years ago in Poets
The Arrow of Time
Time is an arrow One that moves only forward And still we look back
By Ash Taylor4 years ago in Poets
Vocal is more than just a sound
A voice, a gift, a sound so sweet An instrument, with rhythm beats It speaks of love, it speaks of pain It speaks of joy, it speaks of gain
By Rohith Pailey 4 years ago in Poets
The Spring
Life's journey through time Its spring--wound tense and coiled tight Ticks, unwinds from birth
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Poets
Time moves slow
Time is very slow You can't remember all time Time will pass you too
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Poets
I Time Traveled
I went back in time I tried to change history I failed terribly
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Poets
Stardust
Music beats through timeTelling stories of our lives Stardust melodies
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Take Your Mind
take your mind off your moments a while here… slip into one of mine and relax yeah i'm sure we've all got plenty of time
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
RIP
He opened his eyes To her face up close, upset. “What year is’t, my dear?”
By Rose Kleidon4 years ago in Poets
Plague
This is my forty-sixth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena. The music is "The Plague" by Scott Walker 🖤💀🖤💀🖤💀🖤💀🖤💀🖤💀You Can Never Escape It Because You Are InfectedYet Another Plague VictimYour Body Is Infested🖤💀🖤Your Putrid Flesh Starts To RotBones So Brittle Soon Will BreakCannot Move, Your Mind ForgotThe Plague Soon Your Life Will Take🖤💀🖤Your Flesh Black, Bruised And BlisteredYour Heart Will No Longer BeatYour Body Frail And WitheredWill Be Meat For Rats To Feast🖤💀🖤Death Will Be A Sweet ReliefPlague Doctor Pulls Your Gold Teeth🖤💀🖤💀🖤💀🖤💀🖤💀🖤💀
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
The Tides of Time
. Now Time's ebbs and flows, . Dance on the shore of my toes, . Please. I'm not ready. . . . LB xo
By LB4 years ago in Poets