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.

From a little drafts
From a little drafts you could doubt if thats the one to settle for your arms twirled into your eyes counting three little butterflies violet lilacs in Your palms singing symphonies where three humming birds flies juicy vanilla shake from the best flower intake
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 4 years ago in Poets
Angel
I walked through the world innocent, naïve Too small to know evil and too new to see Until I entered hell by chance No fault, no blame, but mere circumstance
By Sarah Rhoden4 years ago in Poets
Guardian
I need to get back to it. I need to finish what I started. I said I would complete it and because it's not done, it's effecting my ability to accomplish anything else.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
Pine Zone
Forests abound in every place of the world, some are straight while others are curled. The land is vast and ready to pop,
By Toby Heward4 years ago in Poets
The Well
I was taking a walk one day when I fell into a well never thought that I would hit bottom until it came rushing up to greet me
By Alexandria Stanwyck4 years ago in Poets
Beneath the Sky
The earth sings The songs of past, Lessons to learn And values to hold, To those who listen, Who take the time And pause before destruction,
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets
Free
I barely knew you, Yet I wept like a baby, When I heard you died. It toppled my world. You were all I could think about,
By Irini Orihuela4 years ago in Poets
Septentrionalem Status
You weren’t supposed to be a pipe dream. You were supposed to be something that happened. But you didn’t. So I sat at home,
By Irini Orihuela4 years ago in Poets
Anterior Realities
Once I thought to take a trip To the farthest reaches of my mind Setting sail on a sea of reds and blues I eddied off to see what I would find
By Andrew C McDonald4 years ago in Poets
Timetravel
The Balance I acquired had me lit up on fire Woke up to a new world different time zone The power my ancestors gave me in one year
By Schubert TALK LLC © KD4 years ago in Poets
Curtain Call
My last song was bled from me when I gave my soul to the wind And I know that I seem far away but the fabric here is thin
By Sara Wynn4 years ago in Poets
The Current
Crestfallen, empty, overflowing with the sludge Pouring from tar-tainted breath, I wilt. I blossom. I perish. The shadow of a hawk ripples across my pale petals
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets