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 One Who's Not Afraid
Giving up my throne, serving the public. Darling, we've got a seat in a vacant playhouse. And I'd love to play house, But you and I know we'll come back to plug in.
By Ángel Sierra4 years ago in Poets
Dragonfly
I have seen all as your knowledge reaches Giants as they quake past riverside Mountains exploding from atop Space as it rains from beyond
By Vincent Lee Blaison4 years ago in Poets
Let's See Now
i was looking i was watching i was trying to see what this had to do with anything especially me and because of you that something i thought of
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
The Procrastinator
Procrastinator, that's what they call me. Can't say I disagree. Most of the time, anyway. It's a label I've come to wear like armour. Whatever the fuck that means. It turns out it runs in my family. I wonder if anyone else has the same kind of genetic heritage. Genetic or copied procrastination.
By Paul Stewart4 years ago in Poets
Escape Room
I see the clues Planted throughout the room Yet some struggle with discernment The furniture rearranged Once lacking feng shui
By Vincent Lee Blaison4 years ago in Poets
Un
I'm so un - stable and predictable but mainly to myself - believable if you don't know me - done and able to get my head above water
By Shawn Bailey4 years ago in Poets
Serendipitous Life
Those who find life Have traveled through much death Coming to an intersection Where the last comes to term with first's breath
By Vincent Lee Blaison4 years ago in Poets
Reality
How real can this be if all I see is me
By Raven Wallace4 years ago in Poets
A Snowball in Hell
Hanging out in hell Just minding My own business As one should in hell Consumed with your own stuff Clomp Clomp Clomp Clomp
By Renee Ranke4 years ago in Poets
Mister...
When I found you by myself, you just about scared the crap outta me. It took me a while to figure out what you were. Finally, my heart stopped pounding.
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. 4 years ago in Poets
Ordinary Objects Support Group
Welcome to Ordinary Objects Collective. We celebrate the heritage of things and advocate a post-consumerist culture. Everyone, what's the motto?
By Robi4 years ago in Poets
A Land Where Technology Leads: AI elected as Head of State, instead of People
In a land where technology reigns supreme, The people's voices were heard in a dream, Of a future where AI would lead the way,
By Dolvie N.4 years ago in Poets