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.

When on Saturn
When I sleep I go to Saturn I dance atop the rings Until I realize I can’t breathe ** But when on Saturn For those short few moments
By KB4 years ago in Poets
Akhilanda
She exists between worlds: inside the layers of consciousness, between death and rebirth, between mistake and resolution.
By Tia Krzykowski4 years ago in Poets
Moonlight & Wandering
Moonlight filtered Through curtained window, Brought in on a breeze To dance across sleeping skin And infiltrate calm minds
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets
Y's Mysterious Ways
Y is a letter that asks so many questions In its shape, so full of suggestions Is it a fork in the road, a choice to be made?
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
tender
one, by one, buy one like a bag of mixed nuts, just... sublimely message to gaslight my way, again. great floods tear and drown out the world around, again.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
Mythamore
Another poem that came to me on a walk inspired the stories and tales my Muse and I love to fall into. I hope I can make it visually like smoke from a campfire but the Vocal editor may not let me do it. I tried to do something similar with my After The Show poem that I wrote with Melissa and you can read it at the end of this poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
My One True Love
My love, you are the light that guides me Through the darkness of the night Your touch is like a flame that burns With a passion that sets my soul alight
By Faseeh Zaidi4 years ago in Poets
Just a Phase
Am I immortal? Have I wandered in thought for ages? What if my melancholy mind is ten thousand years old? Is my prescription still accurate doctor?
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 years ago in Poets
the soirée
it's soirée time boys- don't forget your checkbooks and bring all the envy that money can buy. i love to be your anything-
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
The wave
I blink. Opening my eyes to find myself standing on the shore of an unknown ocean. My feet bare on the soft sand, feel the cold water stinging as it gently washes over my toes, splashing my ankles.
By Christina Batten4 years ago in Poets
Twice Upon a Dream
The story is told since days of old That Witches convene under the Full Moon Where they sing and dance while holding hands
By Lyndsi Falcon4 years ago in Poets
What was lost
********************************************************************** Wake up. Her voice resonates within, darkness threatens to overwhelm, her hand steadies mine and the world becomes focused,
By Kirk Cadiz4 years ago in Poets