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.

My Room Whispers to Me
My room whispers to me And tells me of itself, A story never straight, never set Yet its walls are level as a shelf: . One day it is a poet's room
By Aulos.Media4 years ago in Poets
Petit Fors Man
The little man upon my plate, Lay still amid the jus, My knife drew back across his waist, And sliced it's cold way through.
By Martin Saunders4 years ago in Poets
Out Of The Ashes
Emotions like fire Burn flames of hate and desire, I - am the phoenix!
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
I Dreamed
I dreamed of water Then I dreamed of the hot sun I woke scorched and wet
By Rick Henry Christopher 4 years ago in Poets
Draw Your Own Lines
They say go create, Show us your beauty, inspired. But stay in the lines!
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
The Garden Grows
the art of surrender swimming in my eyes is vibrant. seaside evenings my breath drowned i imagined eating the sun as it burnt my
By Emily Serena4 years ago in Poets
The Survey Says
Dear, whoever is listening. I’ve found something missing. My lover was caught kissing, somebody new.Who - doesn’t matter.I hate being collateral, damage, and damaged,without a review I mean, it’s like getting fired.Just before you retire.We’re moving in directions, and there’s no room for you. A survey would be nice.You know I won’t think twice.About listing out loud -the areas - I think, that you could improve. So, be nice-keep it clean.No need being profane. In my discrepancies list, I must insist - certain words - not be attached to my name.Then, if need be - I can change.and make improvements to me.Maybe find someone new - who, doesn't like playing head games.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
My Love
My love for you is like a river, Ever-flowing and deep, It courses through my veins, A constant, endless leap. The way you move, the way you speak,
By Addison4 years ago in Poets
A Sad Girl in the Winter
Beneath the winter sky so grey, A girl stands all alone. The wind blows cold and harsh today, Her heart as chilled as stone.
By Seven Sky4 years ago in Poets
Scorched
Elements of fire Burned swirls and flames around fiercely Ashed my livings... ****************************** When I was 22 years old, My First Apartment caught fire while my Then at the time Boyfriend was home and I was out with my Friends. I was traumatized when I Arrived to see an ambulance and a crowd of my neighbors outside... I was stopped ✋ and forbidden to go inside but I rushed past and Ran up the nearest staircase.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 years ago in Poets
Modern world
Modern World Poem In the modern world we live, Technology rules and gives, A world of screens and clicks, Where time flies and never sticks.
By Techparadise4 years ago in Poets
Alone Engineer
An engineer, alone and lost in thought, Amidst the gears and cogs he's brought, A mind full of equations and plans, A heart full of hope for his hands.
By Mohammed Kaamil4 years ago in Poets