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.

Pearls from Water
"Never put your pearls before swine 'Cause the swine will always whine. So, it's best to go and find Those who'll appreciate your time."
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
w/ Mabel
I must just be one of your friends for free Accompanied by more than sound all I do is lie, lie, lie, Judas wears his daisy crown.
By Chick Orlando4 years ago in Poets
The Band Starts to Play. Top Story - July 2022.
I pee on a stick The clock starts to tick My world is flipped But the band starts to play New life made of clay Loud cheers and, hooray!
By Shannon Moose4 years ago in Poets
Hey I
Hey, I The derealization of A I Just have to say I Thought this the other day I Realized it's a beautiful May I Wish this happened another way I
By C. Jay4 years ago in Poets
Ghost D
Three imaginary verses A vague and fictitious chorus Making subjects out of nothing That you know are gonna bore us Pulling fat flat aerial facts
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Captain's Log
The shadowy alley of villainous crime, a once fertile valley now covered in rime. An old shipwrecked galley begging for a sign,
By Blake Capps4 years ago in Poets
"Non-Materialistic Statistic"
“Non-Materialistic Statistic” In disgust.. I pear at all my belongings, tears arise.. feelings we’ve all been longing. Identifying each materialistic items recent use, highlights a sickened “I” world of pure abuse. Humbled yet stuck in a trance, “What’s come of our world?”.. can’t we all just dance?”.
By Tyson Mendenhall4 years ago in Poets
TX-fS9
1 We blasted off from Canaveral the finest crew you’ve ever seen our spirits higher than the Van Allen Belt Ooo Rah we were keen
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
"The way in is the wayyy Out"
“The way in is the wayyy Out” When only you know, the direction in which to go, stop.. take a breather and flow, the pieces are there, right in a row, put them together.. plant the seed, and watch as they grow.
By Tyson Mendenhall4 years ago in Poets
Steadfast through the ages.
Mighty and strong she stands firm throughout the ages, As steadfast as the days of old, Since the formation of all things.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Wonder
I often wonder were I alive in the 60s (or 70s) if I would be on the streets when there were protests (and riots) for civil liberties
By Samantha De Yarman4 years ago in Poets
The Throes of History
We dreamers have had a few too many minutes on our hands. Before this dreamer was once a blinding white plain of salt flats
By Adam Mourad4 years ago in Poets