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.

Between the pages
From the windowsill of her yawning window, her knees brought tightly to her chest, She opens herself to the immense world
By Maria Price4 years ago in Poets
Accelerated Growth
There are many forbidden rooms In my brain Places I’ve crossed once Forever sealed in me * I have to avoid * Bad plus bad equals bad
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Angel Of The Sounds
She sings through her troubles, Gaining perspective with every golden note, She herds the song’s lyrics, Different every time to what she originally wrote.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
making sense of nonsense
game of dice with life and death on a train when all the threads they lead me against all odds to the past masterfully woven from shards
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Silent Prayer
Thank you for the love… Thank you for your mercy. Thank you for the guidance. Thank you for preparing me… Lord Open My Door!
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 years ago in Poets
concerto di pianoforte
they soak like tea all the sounds from inside the piano red rug rapturous rumble wooden stool coke with straw knees bent around the circle
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
A Barry in the Mind
Fleeting heartbeats that skipped straight to you. Meer moments trapped in time is what fate saw true. Another lifetime in your eyes, another lifetime spent with you.
By Nicole D'Avanzo4 years ago in Poets
Comfort
A candle lit, two flames Burn as one as the aroma inflates. Lavender Sea salt, Ocean frequencies vibrate in waves Relaxing on a beach
By Sammie Chiwele4 years ago in Poets
Lungs
She’s like the wind. She holds sacred spaces together and then unfolds to reveal a scent or cadence. She unfurls herself and becomes that which is unknown, unseen.
By Lashun Williams4 years ago in Poets
She falls and pours
For however long it lasts and speaks—changing, slowing, and growing. Whispering with scent. It encloses the small part of the reality owned and, in a way, transforms or transports on solid foundation, stilling or shaking depending on what it’s made of.
By K. Kocheryan4 years ago in Poets
Galahad,Guenevire,Galadriel
This is a short non-rhyming sonnet for my wonderful Muse and my eight hundredth story on Vocal. Fans will recognise that most of these characters come from Lord of the Rings with a little spread further afield.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
River in my Veins
Shum shum shum Trickle trickle trickle River Dee sings its ancient song like the sound of a distant crowd clapping. A symphony of applause, shum and trickle
By Teresa Renton4 years ago in Poets