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.

words vampire
one day these words are gonna eat me alive they are creeping up behind my back baying for blood depriving me of sleep wherever I go
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
the secret view through the blinds
behind venetian blinds and mirrors I operate and hide my life thinking about success and failure in the darkest shade of grey
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
She Will Always Be The Victor
She lives her life embroiled in a vicious ongoing war, Beating her wings furiously even as the dark clouds descend, Struggling when the sun rises in the middle of the night,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
You Can't Please Everyone No Matter How Hard You Try But you can sure Get Comfortable
I learned a long time ago no one can please anyone. No matter how much you want to avoid an quarrel shit happens you know. As time goes on, life never seems to be easy. But it can also seem reward, when you are the black sheep of any family.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Poets
Offering
Offering, a modern, American poem in free verse style, by poet Christina M. Ward The waters are cool and unusually calm.
By Christina Marie4 years ago in Poets
I Wasn’t Me
I was trapped in the body of a fisherman. I had no agency, a non-consenting passenger. On a colossal ship, marked by a thick red stripe that wrapped
By Diora Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Youth
I take comfort in Earth being in such fine shape, From mountain to river, from insect to ape. Utopia, here? It's come to fruition:
By James Leek4 years ago in Poets
The wealthiest woman in the world
unless it be anonymously. the bankers don't know her name, she passes them by unnoticed, and quite happily so. invisibly, she rules the world.
By susan marie loehe4 years ago in Poets
The Girl With Lavender Eyes
There once was a girl with lavender eyes Who strode the world’s thorny paths with ethereal grace, Sorrow's desperate scars permanently etched
By Kat Thorne4 years ago in Poets
…Until They Rest in You
A steaming hiss, the cafe’s blustering breath competing with idle chatter and forgettable jazz, reduced to a mummer’s virtuoso, drowned out,
By Sean Byers4 years ago in Poets
If I'm Gonna Lose You
Just why..why would I try? If I’m gonna lose you anyway.. Don’t wanna live to see another day. So when..when should I die?
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Queen Reborn
The crown had fallen, From its rightful place, Disturbed by a shift In the universe Yanking from the realm, The rightful Queen
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets