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.

I Live Here, Too!
Once the days were full of life, sunshine filled the skies. A love that seemed real, to good to be true. Walks in the park- hand in hand, days of laughter, fun and joy. A dream that had bliss and days, without you I'd miss. All the playful kisses and hugs just because. Pinch me, please I'm blinded by love.
By Della Lonaker4 years ago in Poets
Comfortable
I want to go to the place where the trees spoke cigarettes and the bees hum songs of broken hearts. Where The boys paint their faces like bowie and drape themselves in shades of Prince’s purple.
By Lily Caudill4 years ago in Poets
Mother
mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”4 years ago in Poets
A Flash.
people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star I only play one on the teevee some times and this time i’d wanted to.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”4 years ago in Poets
The Heart and Serpent
There's something about the way The heart and the serpent coiled That just seems so right As if they were meant to be From the start.
By Brian Warner4 years ago in Poets
The Woman Within
I saw a woman yesterday, while walking in the park. She wore a smile I recognized, but her eyes were cold and dark. * Her step, a little quick,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
The Perfect Morning
I reach with aching arms, Speak with pounding head, Stare blankly with blurry eyes and twist into life as it first happened
By Chick Orlando4 years ago in Poets
Love is so humble
When love is spoken from the mouth It is doomed to be lovesickness Love poetry is so low When the love poem falls on the paper
By John M McDaniel4 years ago in Poets
travel
It's 7:26 in the evening Stand lamp like a star The train sobbed and the rain poured down The man by the window Through morning and dusk, give this journey a
By Soledad A Kellogg4 years ago in Poets
story
all people and right and wrong There's nothing wrong with reality just each one thinks differently Maybe you were in the tide
By Soledad A Kellogg4 years ago in Poets
NOW, IN THE NOT TOO DISTANT PRESENT
Now, in the not too distant present, while life transforms from untitled to one of poetic stories embracing cosmic humor,
By Melissa Ireland4 years ago in Poets
The Lies We Tell Ourselves
We always lie to ourselves every day especially when trying to survive when in a bad situation. Love is unconditional. But kick a dog long enough it's bound to turn on you.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Poets