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.

Going That Way
Going That Way The evening’s amber glow surrounds me in silence, With warm hands it caresses my soul offering guidance. For now, in this solitude like as before I seek solace,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
Truth. Runner-Up in the Uncommon Challenge.
We scramble for the foundations. Someplace to lay our weary heads. Exhausted by the day to day play of uninterrupted chaos,
By Stéphane Dreyfus4 years ago in Poets
Coveted
A diamond, a gem, a stone so rare Its sparkle shines bright, beyond compare With edges cut sharp and facets so fine It glitters and glows, like a celestial sign
By Kal Alvey4 years ago in Poets
My first time
My first time, so filled with fear, A new experience, so very near. But as I take that step, I know, It's just the start, of where I'll go.
By Poets4 years ago in Poets
Dreaming
the delusions are many and varied from one end of time to the other false attributions and blatant outright lies as you thieve and feed one another
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Between the Covers
In between the covers is a world of fantasy for me. Role playing and play acting- pretending my life is far more exciting than it truly is. I don't need to travel to exotic places to live out my delusions. Between these delicious covers my deepest, darkest desires become reality.
By Tina D'Angelo4 years ago in Poets
Him
Sitting in darkness, I can hear his heart beat fast! The air is so cold I can see his breath! I reach out to grab his hand, yet somehow he’s not there!
By Chrystal Holdren4 years ago in Poets
The Sky Split In Half
Tonight made itself known inside of my stomach, whatever I swallow doesn’t sit right. This morning and my body are two different things, but this evening and my body are the same. My mind disrupts the water and what it’s supposed to do, my mind interrupts what people are really thinking, my mind puts all these things together when they don’t belong there at all. The water is separate from the people and the people are separate from me. Am I allowed to find peace even if the people I know see me breathe for it in a place so open? If I speak to the water will they cringe at what I say? Will they hear what I ask?
By Jamie Ramsay4 years ago in Poets
Troubadour
R-eflection isn't always easy to understand A-bility to change your heart and mind R-arely ever mingle together, hand in hand
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
at the end of the tunnel
you try to avoid allowing the void to inflate with more vacancy or escalate your agony, there’s a slight hesitancy to destroy the plight of stagnancy
By zoe frenchman4 years ago in Poets
Eclipsed
Time smeared across the road as tension grew within the jeep. Screaming silenced my words and I fell deeper into the back seat.
By HeyItsPhephen4 years ago in Poets
Blue Moon
The blue moon rose, on a night so fair, A celestial wonder, a love affair. I saw her there, with a smile so bright, And my heart skipped a beat, with a love at first sight.
By Lakshmi Narashiman4 years ago in Poets