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 Most Comfortable Place
The most comfortable place for my head, is none other than my bed. * Wiggling underneath the blankets, covering me up tight,
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Poets
Aquamarine
Calm and tranquil as the cool, blue water; underneath the riptides where the whales and otters hide, lies the color of the ocean's only daughter...
By Gina C.4 years ago in Poets
My Anti-psychotic
My Anti-psychotic delusions..hallucinate me. The world around me is an illusion, and I thought it just hated me. Short-term memory..I try not to remember you.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
777
I actually noticed that post number 777 was coming up and I found this definition of it as an Angel Number. “Highly spiritual Angel Number 777 is the Sign of getting Divine Guidance. That indicates it's time to get rewards for your efforts.”
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
grasp. livin’ with abusers in my head.
I’m disengaged all connections misconduct themselves cryin’ is like drinkin’ you’ll never get enough until you’re deep down
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Don’t give me that look!
She gave me a strange look As if the whole world locked in this gaze A foreigner too, I suppose With an accent as alienated as mine
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
E(Motions)
It is all designed to crush you, and soothe you, at the same time.. Look at the peace & harmony you create, as you freeze & fade.
By VioletSun4 years ago in Poets
Room
time-box. shadowy walls keep worries from leaking out. like mom’s hands during peekaboo, but frozen in time protecting a face still shifting from earlier frowns.
By Jevin Frazer-Wrobeh4 years ago in Poets
Pink Clouds/Алсу Болытлар/ Alsu Bolytlar
In English: I see a lot of pink clouds. They are dancing in the sky like in a fairy tale. They are like cotton candy,
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Some kind of Knowing
Noises move strange to me. Ever since I was a kid. Buzzing lights so way far up near every sneaker skid. Or the bizzarrest most distant far away things.
By Erik ubbink4 years ago in Poets
The Love Hate Relationship I have With This Spider
This spider moved in several months ago. I guess I wasn't paying attention, I don't know. It caught my eye, because I've seen him grow. I want him to stay, I also want him to go!
By Deidre Melson4 years ago in Poets
Drowning
This is a dark poem for Dharrsheena. It is not how I feel. So here are my words. The music is "drowning" by The Beat. Sometimes things really hit us hard, and lots of things are hitting me at the moment. I can deal with everything but some people cannot deal with things and they can become very lost.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets