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.

O, Hail! Emperor!
It shines, it whips, and its waves, A blue fabric adjoins a gold eagle, The Fates pull a string their way, Though a pair of scissors can be lethal.
By Calvin EL4 years ago in Poets
Horde of Mutant Pigs
I had a dream one night Of the weirdest kind Where I was chased through the streets By a horde of mutant swine They were all different colors
By Will Silva4 years ago in Poets
Density
In a dream I become a butterfly. . Up, and Up, and Up I climb, 'til all the Ups turn down, and black hole rings surround.
By Isaac Hall4 years ago in Poets
A Night's Journey
We’re at the front of the line, I don’t really remember waiting My heart flutters, as the bars lower over my chest The row of cars starts to move,
By James Albert4 years ago in Poets
Zodiac Cookies & Tea
After the party I... woke up in Wonderland with an eat me sign stuck to my shoulder blade cuddled next to a capricorn grinning like a Cheshire Cat
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Poets
The Power in my Mind
The Power in my Mind Here residing in my head Your words are spoken, truth unsaid Plead forgiveness if you must Of your tongue, I’ll never trust
By Archived User4 years ago in Poets
Me & Sharkzilla
A story about a boy, the beach, and a shark-monster that just wanted a dryskin friend. And then things get really weird. *
By Jason Hauser4 years ago in Poets
Ideate
The shattered mirror melted I fell through the cracks. Plummeting through argent looking for the light echoing against the clouds.
By Myiah L Bengston4 years ago in Poets
Nothing that Never was
I am standing and waiting in the rain Hard and cold cutting through my clothes The concrete is rough and icy on my bare feet
By Barbara Lamb4 years ago in Poets
Away From Those Pitbulls and Rottweilers
The day has come! I've just run out of the steel, metal animal tent. I'm currently living in. I'm now living in a beige-bricked,
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Rewards Of The Insomniac
I woke suddenly from a somber dream The room - unusually bright I found myself floating- walking in the air Dancing freely in the soft moonlight
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Welcome to Dystopia
Existing solely on fear and deception. The only thing were told to love is perception. Welcome to dystopia. Where misinformation is stronger than truth, selfishness got hope looking more and more like a list of broken dreams. Brainwashed to play in a global squid game. Big schemes.
By Tonya Newman4 years ago in Poets