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.

Cab 13 (Based on the Book by Jonathan Hinternish).
CAB 13 (Based on the Book by Jonathan Hinternish) By: Jonathan Hinternish Ah, Death. The final rest. Or is it? Many years ago one cab driver was known by name.
By Jonathan Hinternish4 years ago in Poets
Octane
Gasoline lips are always causing fires. I can’t breathe in.. Kill the flame slow, popping air out all the tires. Now I take in..
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
TABLES TURNED
All I know that time Is coming To a point that you’ll be running Far away so I won’t dwell Let’s just say you’ll be In hell
By Haychie_Artist4 years ago in Poets
The Final Barrier
Words are tools; Axes and swords and hammers of those for whom thought was created; False guides of hope and prosperity while equally
By Will Helgren/Ochal4 years ago in Poets
That Is.....
Listen. Right now, listen.... Did you hear that? There it was again... That right there. What was that? The ringing in our ears? The humming of life?
By Will Helgren/Ochal4 years ago in Poets
Change
Who bandages the eyes? Who covers up the lies? In haunted sleep they wander, Menacing and dark; Chaos born of thunder, From paradox they spark.
By Alexei Finch4 years ago in Poets
Dusk Envelops Me
I spend every day just waiting For the light to fade, Waiting for the sun To disappear Into the seam Where the sky Greets the land
By Tessa Glasgow 4 years ago in Poets
Caesarean
It was Caesarean. Fitting. Twenty-three stabs to the skin for undermining the body politic. Translucent skin like paper tigers.
By E.K. Daniels4 years ago in Poets
Being Non-Binary
Being Non-Binary Keira Myles Isolated existing felt Wrong to many but myself. Their youth’s isolation remained tethered to
By Keira Myles4 years ago in Poets
A Top View
On top of the green and brown mountains, I drowned myself, a portion of me; One that held my minds and thoughts Just chipped off me in the deepness
By Dr.CeeVee4 years ago in Poets
Global
Global. The life of the people. The good and the evil. The animals we eat for our health. The puppies and kittens with little wool mittens but they don’t stand a chance against time.
By Bianca Dawes4 years ago in Poets
this colorful mess
( this colorful mess ) Gone are those skilled at the art of making self-sacrifices and jelly sandwiches. gone baby gone . gone are the coffeemakers and the faces formed from overindulgences. gone is the gay parade leaving an empty road ...... my empty road decorated by jagged structures no longer bleeding luster or chasing after lust. gone is the parade leaving a dark truth to linger on the streets amidst torn masks and other clever human disguises. gone is the man...leaving behind a barren keyhole that is shaped a lot like me, to sweep up all these colorful messes.
By Kevin Walsh4 years ago in Poets