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.

blue wall
the outer wall of my present house is blue same as the outer wall of my family home although I wouldn’t call it family only an anguish environment
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
IN-SPIRATION
The cool wind rustles through the leaves folding over my body and through my clothes carrying with it the smell of a bakery across the way.
By Hector Gonzalez4 years ago in Poets
in the shade of my own darkness
you can’t see me, I’m in the dark scary shadows surround me this shroud was there for the last half a year I was not aware
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Why be a Dreamer?
Why be a dreamer? When your dreams won't come true. Why wish for the open plains? If you're trapped inside the zoo. Why be a writer?
By Dylan 4 years ago in Poets
MurderVerse
Mom was sitting in front of her television, totally engrossed An afternoon talk show burst from her ancient set And she was absorbing every word.
By David Parham4 years ago in Poets
Dystopian to Utopian
CALL TO ARMS Check the rhyme The way it's designed I Fold the fabric of space and time With my mind With The visuals absent of the aura
By SiAire4 years ago in Poets
Hoodie Season
Too many interest not enough time JeremyBoswell & Kitt that was so dope shit Surfing insta kinda lit Late at night through the algorithm
By SiAire4 years ago in Poets
Deliberate Vocal Poem
It would be so easy to idle in familiar cafés, dithering over books to return, possible snacks to purchase, coffee to enjoy before cold and sour.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
Dear 25-Year-Old Me
So far, I had a phenomenal year full of learning, happiness, personal development, and magic! I had heaps of goods and bads every day, and I allowed the bads to occur for a reason: to continue learning, developing, and being okay with making the odd mistake here and there. It was a rough start to the year, but I managed to find my way around, and kept doing what makes me thrive and proud of myself. I’m proud of myself for getting through this tough start to the year.
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Reality of all the dreams
If we could only know What the future holds And if the ifs came true What would we could do? Can we create the reality where dreams come true?
By Gabriele Liutke4 years ago in Poets
Written Seasons
There was a dancing of leaves That fluttered in slow motion From the sky above That we watched in silence, A shared agreement
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets
Ecstasy
Bring me back to life, promise me my resurrection. Into another world, I’m searching for a reconnection. You give me a happy high, that’s my number one confession.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets