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.

Autumn
Autumn Brings Clarity The cold air is clear, Holding the light Of Sol and Luna alike With the gentle caress Of a fascinated observer.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Poets
Living in the centre
loud ambulance noises mixed with a female squeak achieving as many orgasms as there are hours in the evening * cars wailing alarms
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
She Took Command Of The Underworld
She rode the heatwaves scorched to the underworld, via the express way, Looking for trouble from some big guy, the one keeping score or so they say,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Sporadic Spelunking
in a crashing wave of soft soulless syllables my values were mixed with my fucks now i don't know what to give and to whom
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Linguistic Limbo
i didn't want it to go this way wasn't sure it would be heard this instant of a dissonant sway held more than just a word
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
The Spotted Hand
These old hands are cracked and flecked with brown spots like the spotted underbelly of an old dog. I’ve killed with these hands, in the name of one called king.
By Corrin Harris4 years ago in Poets
the high as deep end
the injurious and the wounded the injurious wounded left in the dank shallow their bright pieces join me the bright peace has
By susan marie loehe4 years ago in Poets
Brevity
The Idea I was wondering how little I could get away with writing in a poem. Taking the concept of brevity as far as I can. I did posit the concept of a one-word poem in my poem “Impossible” (check it out at the end of this story), but I will do a FIB (Fibonacci poem) followed by a Haiku.). I am expecting no reads for this, not because people don’t read it, but because the poems are so short and people will not stay here long.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
From Now On.
From Now On Don't touch the light It stays on While you lay Awake at night So stay away Stay in your head Today you might
By Blair4 years ago in Poets
Coma
You can talk to me and I will hear you, as my eyes have been closed for what seemed like forever. You’d think I’m dead, but things aren’t what they appear to, so don’t tell me your name because I won’t remember.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Muhahaha
A shallow breath escapes me, I pull the shades and lock the doors. Outside the dogs are howling, there’s something creaking cross’ the floor.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Dusk 1
I have felt the air leave my body, wholly, as though a deep wind had been whipped out from my very spirit. I knew the last thing I saw. Big dissociative eyes, amber and bloodshot, like a hammer had hit my very windpipe with his gaze, those piercing eyes that have haunted me—now like an unsettling whisper. A frenzied phantom. An engorged ghost full of blood but no bones. Red lightning sinking into my throat as his talons gripped me tight. Too tight.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets