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.

Lost In The Soil
Sink, sweet dreams, into the soil. The wet black soot of the Earth Hungers for your bones. Sink, gentle soul, into the deep ocean.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
Rum Cake
light traffic road with Destin Conrad in the speakeeerr.. of a phone cause this 14 year-old radio been busted since August, of Last year. Slow whine of the window to let the sharp cold wind take over my finger tips; numbing the phalanges and freezing the forehead. Never thought to bring mits.18 years in the hot state so no way they could ever make a right fit.
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"4 years ago in Poets
Ozark Devil
I saw you, Looked you in the eye I didn't know your name But I recognized You still. Still, we were, both of us Neither disturbed-
By Miranda Putney4 years ago in Poets
Decoy
You’ve seen my face while the real me was gone. Smile on my face like nothing was wrong. She was so hard to find, and you had but then lost her.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
She Has Gained The Truth Of The Universe
She rose with the moon, tracing its trail in her nightly treks, Ambushing the swollen hillsides as they rose against her, Armed with the powers of the sun’s daytime strength,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
A Lucid Introduction
A lucid introduction for a lucid artist: - - Hi. I'm L U C I D L A I N Y and I am so happy you are HERE! I am an artist who joyfully works out of my home studio in the Kootenay mountains of Canada. I am the designer behind every lifestyle apparel piece - the painter behind every art piece - and the poet behind every rhythmic word poster. NOW, I can't wait to share my weird and dreamy art with you all! Step into the parallel of my dreams. I’ll see you on the other side.
By LUCID LAINY4 years ago in Poets
No Walls
i'm sitting my shed it's a trans shed it's a car port that identifies as a garage so i'm sitting in my shed talking to myself
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Waltzing The Highlights Of Human Nature
She rolls with the punches, like a river flowing effortlessly, The destructive vibes you’ve got going on is of no concern,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Writing Infinity
Writing is good for me but I wonder why is it good for me? I discovered then that a blank page is the mightiest thing in the world
By Ricky Lanusse4 years ago in Poets
Mountain High-Ku
"Apex on the mind.Stillness will take you further.Steady on the climb." - Artist & muse: A.B.Reale | @thelucidmuse "Nice haiku kyle" - For those who #southpark ;)
By LUCID LAINY4 years ago in Poets
Twilight
Twilight dawns, the eventide betwixt daylight and night That soft glowing light from the sky reflecting the sun's rays Twilight, that glorious state of obscurity and ambiguity
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Poets
Love Me Back
Back lit bar, backless dress, back against the wall leaving marks on your neck, false hope coats the back of your throat like the cheap whiskey you drink to feel some emotion again, can he taste it too? If he bites through the skin will it all come spilling out like secrets, like guts, like the wine stained in the carpet of a desolate apartment where you will no doubt end up later, praying to the god of secrets and spilled liquor and dancing in the dark, worship at the temple of your own body and he will too, backless dress on the floor, back against the door, there is no going back tonight, but baby, it’s worth the sight of the light of the morning after.
By Test4 years ago in Poets