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.

I'm caught in a Trance
It's one sweet remix. You truly feel the party. You feel it end, too.
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
that strange thing
Night falls. Side lamp extinguishes. Centered in my bed. Silence Quiet Still Then there’s that strange thing The forever unknown noise
By EJ Berry4 years ago in Poets
Everything Is?
Blue inside and out Blue corvette, house, and feelings The whole world is blue
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
Life and Death by the Pen
A haiku that’s blue? Victim of a writer’s block. Spilled ink on the floor...
By Stephanie J. Bradberry4 years ago in Poets
Blue Haiku'
4 Haiku poems about blue / Blue eyes Below you will find four haiku poems each about the collor blue. As an author just getting into poetry, I tried to conceive varying aspects and thought processes. I tried to encapsulate the unique qualities brought forth through something as simple as a poem.
By JPWrites.24 years ago in Poets
More than a Monolith
An Egyptian God Obelisk the Tormentor Pharaoh's Soldier
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
Virtually Invincible
Symbol of Power Engine of sheer Destruction Blue-Eyes White Dragon
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
Blue Meal
I ate a blue meal The meal tasted very great Feed me more blue meal
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Poets
Ocean Secrets
The depths of oceans. So dark and cold, yet so full Of vibrance and life.
By Aliya Penyacsek4 years ago in Poets
Blue Tides
I am feeling blue Both sorrow and clarity Heavy awareness
By Aliya Penyacsek4 years ago in Poets
They’ll Learn Her Real Name
Her heart is broken, totally unfixable, shattered, As life has thrown her nothing but curve ball after curve ball, She’s the next batter up, but still she swings and misses,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Keeping The Keeper
Through the trees, And through the days. On the other side of a secretive breeze, Before they survive the maze. It’s the lover’s destiny to love,
By Alexa A.4 years ago in Poets