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.

Allodynia
fiery tongues kiss my flushed nerves set alight by bad luck and worse genes
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist4 years ago in Poets
Sweet Surprises and One-Eyed Wonders
In a grand old house, lived a small boy with hair so black, With ears so big and just one eye, his curiosity wouldn't lack.
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
Layers of Escape
There's a place I like to go, Down twisted dirt roads With sun riddled patches and flowers Ever blooming beneath fern fronds,
By Laura Lann4 years ago in Poets
Legacy Everlasting
I am impressed by all the recent Top Stories that have added links, images, and flair to their work. I think anything that allows the reader to frame your work in the way you intend is important. Although I have no flash to provide, here is a simple explanation to my recent submission to the haiku challenge about elements that provides my own context.
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
Elemental Euphoria
Close My Eyes To Feel Its heartbeat radiating Petrichor Inhale ... Sweeping Hair From Eyes Evaporating my Tears Into The Ether
By C.S. Rosing4 years ago in Poets
The Inner Journey
Beneath the surface lies a truth That few will ever know or choose To seek within themselves and find The hidden truths that bind the mind
By Zohaib Sunesara4 years ago in Poets
Elements Of Nature
Earth, Water, Air, Fire- elements of nature reign supreme forever
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets
Elements 4Ever
Fire This fire burns bright. We thrive in heat and sunlight. Burning inferno. Earth Where everything roams. Plains, mountains, deserts, jungles.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets
The Future
Unable to breathe. Trapped below the first line of Defense I, surrender to the Forces of Nature who can travel below and above; to
By Valerie Racine4 years ago in Poets
Water, Earth, Fire, Air
Water is peaceful. Air is life and Earth is strength. Fire is passion.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets
Living Together As Family
Imagine all the chaos, Of grandkids running in and out, Parents trying to cook, While the uncles and aunts, Are shouting and about.
By Veejhey free4 years ago in Poets
Mystery Women of the Meadows
The train did chug through countryside green, Passing fields of wheat so yellow and serene. Passengers were many, merchants and more,
By James Green4 years ago in Poets