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.

A Small Cup
I’d tip toe so that the floor would make noise. It could startle you and that’s not good. It’s also could cause an unnecessary stir to a fairly still moment. Peaceful steps came help settle a ground breaking moment. A lesson I’ve learned.
By {L.B.}4 years ago in Poets
It Be Like Dat...
It rained today. I was late. Sometimes I don't remember the things I ate. Sometimes I sweat when it's cold outside. I don't directly look, but the sun still hurts my eyes.
By {L.B.}4 years ago in Poets
The Calling of The Moon
Through the forests and trees I ran, and I ran, Hearing the moon chant my destiny. "Your calling has arrived, the Alpha you shall be."
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Poets
Kedamono no kao wa...! "Ke...Kedamono's face is...!"
I had a good idea once, To tear out my very mouth, down like a zipper from a coat, line by line, a good blood-curdling coating of new skin
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
The Girl With The 3rd Eye. Top Story - December 2022.
I woke that morning In a daze Something was off The world just a maze **********************************************************************
By C. H. Richard4 years ago in Poets
Child of the Woods
Though the sun climbs upward toward the stars The moon clings to his lofty perch So I sip my tea ‘neath the buckeye tree And lift my eyes to search
By Kristen Johnson4 years ago in Poets
Weights & Measures
this isn't a competition or a cheap petty one up club we’re not measuring our dicks seeing who's got the biggest chub we are not going for distance
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Evermore
From the bright green of Evermore, Spawned forth from days of yore, Beasts of blood-dripping gore, Burst through its rotting door.
By Rachael MacDonald4 years ago in Poets
I’m free
I am dreaming I’m free All the weights of Modern life Have been released I am flying Up far into The wide sky Clouds bright white
By Jo Cro4 years ago in Poets
Driving the Moon
When I was five, I dreamt my father Had to go away to take a job driving the moon. Inside the celestial orb, clockwork gears and a
By Penny Fuller4 years ago in Poets
Poem 111. Runner-Up in Full Moon Challenge.
When there was water for weeping, and breath for screaming, and feet for leaving, and love for losing, “So long ago,” the voice whispers ghostly
By Kait Thursday4 years ago in Poets
Living On Borrowed Time
Lying in bed - under my silky smooth sheets The flashbacks of the day’s events - never skip a beatI take in 3 breaths, hold them - exhale and repeat Routines of relaxation, steps that help me to sleep*Gazing out of the windowSinging songs to the moonKeeping an eye on the alarm clock Morning light comes too soonBeautiful dreamer is stuck in my head The melody and the moonlight - my imagination unsaid *Such peace floats around meIn this twilight time of dayWhere dreams and realityMingle together to play When the starlight comes calling Slumber must wait for the sun In the dead of the nightThere is so much to be done *To disappear in a moment A dreamlike fantasy Is worth more than the slumberBeautiful -whimsically Easing the fear of tomorrow Defying gravity Waking tired, yet rested - in time borrowed, not free
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets