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.

The Hunt
Heat rises like a scent, a wild viper roaming free. Like an invitation that lures me to my feet. Driving the desire for more, hungrily, I smile and smell the air. Without thought, I’m set in motion, led by an innate desire to pursue. Filling this insatiable need to hunt.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Tracking Marimba
Autumn is an earth-based Broadway. I enjoy the show: bronze, crimson, golden-trimmed trees- captivating backdrops with many a fine actor, singer, dancer, entertaining me. Apple orchard pickings, red stripes, blush, yellow-green- Fuji, Gala, Honeycrisp, Golden Delicious- I eat it all up. Romping squirrels, spiraling leaves, wind-scattered chestnuts, weather shifts, pumpkin patch surprises-- jackolantern galleries in intermingling oranges- they all meet my heartfelt applause.
By Alpha Man11 months ago in Poets
Few Hours of Youth. Content Warning.
Humanity was once in my eyes Faded in my clothes and shoes I used to dance to beating drums and flying colors Then I heard bodies fall in the distance
By KuroHoshi11 months ago in Poets
Common Sense
Give me silence and give it to me like a drug. Inject it into the shallow waters of my veins Until something bursts, something bruises,
By Silver Daux11 months ago in Poets
My Revelation
I believed it had to be a dream, or a scene from some old movie A beast descending in the flames and a fire all consuming A trumpet signaling the end, raining hail of burning embers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
2 Different
We don’t live in the same America. There’s the one they built on paper, and the one we built out of survival. Theirs has inheritance,
By Cadma11 months ago in Poets
w o r d s q u a r r y
Chasing the unseen depths, the flipped-over truth, fuelled by a belief that rapidly appears, before a single word people could speak it,
By Sun Bee11 months ago in Poets
Rooms Without Doors
Rooms Without Doors The house I carry inside me has hallways like gentle throats, swallowing one room into another. ---
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The Truths We Live By
Life will never be free of strife, But joy can live within the fight. Problems come and problems go, Yet peace is found in how we grow.
By V11 months ago in Poets
The Song Of Frost
Etched in expectation As it splinters on the glass Spider webs of glazed sensation Absorb the tree limbs, lakes and grass
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
When the Fire forgets My Name
The fire was once my friend. It hummed like an old song, soft, trembling against the cold bones of night. Each spark carried a memory —
By Rai Sohaib 11 months ago in Poets
Frozen Boats
The boats have gone silent As they sit, frozen in place The banks are piled high With the summer’s docks and planks The masts stand in attention
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets