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.

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Why can’t I be a mermaid, or a phoenix burning bright? Why can’t I be a moon-white rose? Or a starless night? Why can’t I be a candle flame, know nothing of the dark? Why can’t I be a hurricane? Why can’t I be a lark?
By Lauren Everdell4 years ago in Poets
Deep Fried American Apple Pie
When life gives you lemons make lemonade Well tell me life, what kind of lemons did I get? Do their color glow a bright yellow like the sun?
By Chantiniece B.4 years ago in Poets
mature
growing up i always heard that i was mature more mature than the kids in my age group they made it seem like it was a good thing
By Minhal Kahloon4 years ago in Poets
The “C” Word
The day the doctor come in the room and mentioned the “c” word It felt like a death sentence With the thought of battling cancer
By Christina Smith4 years ago in Poets
Vanishing Light
In my heart stays a wish the one I never told and couldn't show, the way to climb above the clouds tear wall of fear and let love
By Amy Christie4 years ago in Poets
Gossamer
What a twisted web is woven, tales as sweet as spun sugar, spinnerets weaving, connecting, words like dreams ensnared. Follow the garden path down,
By Cathy Marshall4 years ago in Poets
the Wind outside
- December The wind outside is loud today. It figures in December, a month of cold and desolance in the world I know; so many people decided we needed a day to brighten up such a dark time.
By Ki4 years ago in Poets
Midnight
Mara and I cradled each other, both intertwined in the brush and debris. I could feel the moon, . her starry children,
By Poetry Landscapes4 years ago in Poets
Pluto in Scorpio
I see a royal blue scorpion there. Out of the television screen, it jumps. "We're made of zeros and ones: take your lumps,"
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR4 years ago in Poets
Dear, Moon
Dear, Moon, I went back to the parking spot last week to see if the sky was any clearer this time. Every time I drive by I see you being formed in the constellations, only to realize that you weren’t a star, but a comet passing by. We grazed hands and at long-last, a probe wasn’t landed; I can’t say that much for you from before.
By Will Helgren/Ochal4 years ago in Poets
Where am I?
In space and time, there is a choice of great and unknown as questions, There's a deep dark space, but, in time comes light and breaks-in a nation,
By Omari Wilson4 years ago in Poets
Develop your toast.
Keep the bottle close, company so warm. Feel burn on your road, but this hurt is just so good; delusion invoked the pain. Keep it close, hold on and don't let go. forever seek this discomfit, deeply binding my soul.
By Qluags4 years ago in Poets