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 Grove
4. We knew about the park Dad told us the stories Kids died few years back The park was off limits Just for Larry and I
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
The Grove
3. Larry volunteered to join me He was so enthusiastic too I couldn't tell him no He was my best friend Time for us to scan
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
The Grove
2. In the Grove St. Apartments Our family found a crib The complex was so pretty And I peeped some kids I could make new friends
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
After
I didn’t find a reason To lose some time So i started talking to the ceiling To make me like feelings - And I didn’t find a reason
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
The Grove
1. Ever since the big move Been thinking about that day My parents packed everything up They told us about it Why we had to leave
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Last Kiss
There are thousands of poems About the first kiss There will be poems about many kisses To be continued later Many kisses with love;
By Tuān4 years ago in Poets
Interpreting the stars
I leave these words a loose leaf, printed on pages, turning, even on the flip-side, dangling from a ballpoint pen. Etched within tablets, tabbed left,
By Kyrin Sturdivant4 years ago in Poets
The Night of (all) the Living
It started as a dream, I think... there - under the shadows of the moon. In shades (and hues) of blue {{and pink}}; I think I saw my life [[end all]]
By Gina C.4 years ago in Poets
Healthy Horses (RB)
I loved the horse farm Maria would always take us On those hot summer days The mosquitoes were out heavy Thirsty as a marathon runner
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Parallel Unto Hell
I walk somberly, half arched like an injured animal. Fearful of what awaits me through the twisted, maniacal manifestations of my illusions; delusions that call before me. They show me things that I’m not at liberty to discuss, nor am I free to just express myself in such a manner as to belittle what I do know.
By christopher nash4 years ago in Poets
Fascinating Fish (RB)
Ever been to a PetCo? And went to the fish Or maybe to an aquarium The moral of the story Is I love the fishies They are actually so fascinating
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets
Golden Globes (RB)
In the grand elementary days Our teacher taught us geography Where all the countries are Some of us were pros She would give us tests
By Robbie Bale4 years ago in Poets