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.

Commas
Commas, adorn me in my newfound cup of wealth. I want a few Balenciaga purses, and some Marc Jacob bags too, each bag costs a rent or a car note, ugh! I want designer bags to stash commas, car notes, and rent notes, and prosper like a one-percenter who does not fall off and I literally have nothing to lose. What do I have? Nothing!
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Poets
Crashing Down
The plane tugs downward, just as we take off. Fear-smell like sweat, and the eyes of toddlers desperately look to me. “We’ll be alright,” I want to shout
By Michael O'Konis4 years ago in Poets
Lucidity
The people in my town are screaming. “Watch out! Here comes the dinosaur!” This is when I know I’m dreaming, The tyrannosaurus has hunted me before…
By Rayn B4 years ago in Poets
Manic Dreamscape Matinee
Tightrope strung too high above a reckless orchestra, can’t find a downbeat: conductor’s lost her ictus, and the soprano’s slipped off
By Liv Savell4 years ago in Poets
Light in the Dark
Amidst shadow of night I wandered the ancient wood My heart filled with cold, cold fright Of stories left untold But then I saw a glimmering light
By Michael B4 years ago in Poets
Estranged Entanglements
An estranged entanglement begins in my mind, as I slowly drift carefree. Shapes blur and glisten... The illuminated moon reaches through my window in search of me.
By Sophia Makarenko 4 years ago in Poets
the barber
From time to time When the moon is just right Full Bright With a bone-chilling fright A dream comes sneakily in the night
By Jessi4 years ago in Poets
Grasping the Cobwebs of Sleeping Adventures
It was a dark and stormy night- No, wait, I don’t think that’s quite right, There was a red sky, in the morning, I think it could have been a warning.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Poets
Full Moon Beams
I fell asleep listening to the rain to awaken near a majestic waterfall. “Are you coming, catch up!” I look up and hear him call.
By Felista Estep Sutherland4 years ago in Poets
Dreaming from the Simulator Earth
I dream in my awake state and I’m wide awake when most others in this world are sleeping. I dream of a planet that resembles this planet’s looks and features but rather, Mother Earth is dressed in a pair of coveralls. Rather than the misery and despair we have in this meta version. Theres a theta version of earth in which I exist only to create.
By Ariel Celeste4 years ago in Poets
The Cycle
Up the hill; I can do it. Go faster, higher, further. Down, crash, burn, bed. Up, the sky isn't the limit, it's just a step on the way to the universe.
By RJA 4 years ago in Poets
Dreams of R'lyeh
I heard a voice whisper, then rise and scream, Calling me to a land beyond the moon's gleam. A city of ancient, cyclopean stone,
By Anthony Marquette4 years ago in Poets