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 Slushy Sweet Spot Remix
Still comfortable with, “Done it before will do it again.” Got existence emergence ad infinitum in my sights. Gonna be life cytoplasm as a career objective.
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
Wet Pillow
I'm fine with most things. Easy come. Easy go. I've seen it all. Been most things too. Inside and in between. Accepted my fate.
By Jessie Wylder4 years ago in Poets
The Fourth
It’s been a year. Different place, same me; same holiday, different feeling. Colorful explosions and patriotic music feels lackluster to the fourth with you.
By A. Nguyen4 years ago in Poets
Reason for Comfort
Barring intrusion from this wayward, wicked world Redeeming a pass of silent music, as slick as a salty pearl The forthcoming storm approaching fast from the East
By Dwayne O Connor4 years ago in Poets
unforgotten me
i find myself resting at peace in the death that follows a day with no more to be done and nothing more to say i can lie naked without the robes that i willingly bear
By Caroline Jane4 years ago in Poets
Read my Cries
Over 246 years of a ball and chain around my neck. Threatened to be lynched with a nuse and beat down when we wanna get cut loose, just disgusting. Torcher to the max, you put my people on their backs for what? Too much eye contact? Shoot, a black phone that looked suspect?
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"4 years ago in Poets
Man-eater
Up all night, my stomach is growling. See my teeth? You’ve got me snarling. Swear on God that I am starving. Can’t wait to sink my teeth in you.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Holy Music and Lofty Thinking
When the soft sounds of high soprano notes and violins fill the air with such gentle ease, That is when my mind feels free and at peace.
By Jackie Barrows4 years ago in Poets
Facial Grimaces
A facial grimace shows the mood you are in. A movement of muscles making you smile or smirk with an angry glare or a happy stare.
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets
The Castle at the End of Time
Ivy creeps along the parapet, Vines shift with a passing breeze. The sky cries stars at sunset, Windy songs cross cloudy seas.
By Brendan Parker4 years ago in Poets
The End
I felt your fate become clear and saw the lights getting low. I couldn’t take all the fear because I knew you’d have to go.
By Mike A. Loyd4 years ago in Poets
The Feeling of Faith
While you were dancing along to a heavenly band, I was tossing and turning, hoping this was in your plan. I thought you were dropping me
By Mike A. Loyd4 years ago in Poets