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.

Where Birds Sing
When sun shines through a window early in the morning, And a fresh pot of coffee brews and fills the house with a smell of a Columbian roast,
By Aiero Hanson4 years ago in Poets
Wonderland
a fantasy place to go to escape in a daze many minutes or longer how the mind wonders and is filled with lots of things
By Tyler Hawthorne4 years ago in Poets
I Don't Even Like You...
Skeletal muscles contracting As I shovel a hole for your grave Cardiac muscles reacting As I struggle through the pain I’ve had hours to think and weeks to reflect
By Tanner Peiffer4 years ago in Poets
We Are All Born From The Dirt Somehow
I once waited at the base of a mountain in Utah who claimed to be a god, and I believed him because when I scoured the surface
By Sam Eliza Green4 years ago in Poets
Brokenness Can Be Beautiful
Start writing... A broken heart.A broken trust.A broken promise made.A broken lock, without a key,a damaging mistake. A new heartbreak,an old heartache, with no way to escape.No good reason, rhyme or whyjust time to say goodbye.Last words, last rites,no chance to change,last tears for you to cry.Never spoken, broken againno time again to try.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
First Meal
I usually allow my mind, to run crazy on thoughts, ideas, and dreams combined. The canvas is always being splattered with paint
By Makenna Bolton4 years ago in Poets
I am the revelation
I hug her waist, I shrug off her shoulders. Her bosom I tease, her legs I release. I flow back, I feel bad but I look good.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Dear Diary
I've got my pen in my hand Ready to pick up where I left off Hoping this will be an entry worth noting I'm staring down this blank sheet and asking myself what could possibly be new
By Esther Ami4 years ago in Poets
just living
i would like to think that i am happier or that i am doing better than before maybe i coped with the pain or to say that i’m just used to it
By Minhal Kahloon4 years ago in Poets
Hitchcockian
Facing your fears on the screen That’s what I mean When I mention his name Raised in England by the grocer’s hands He wouldn’t stand a chance
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Machines
manoeuvring through machines manning crowded with strangers every day various tasks comprehension lost rediscovered, lifted up, and lost
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
tea & poetry
livin’ a physical life my mind is always tryin’ to find beauty in belongin’ comfort in cherishin’ every little thing consolation in sickness
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets