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.

Moonlight
Oh how the moon fell in love with the sun The stars envious of their light They turned the world into madness and play His light basking in her mystery on a sweet summer day.
By Stina Correia4 years ago in Poets
Sonnet to Neptune
Watch me pick at these bones Wishing away feelings I’ve never owned They watched me with careful eyes Yet they failed in their attempt to desensitize.
By Stina Correia4 years ago in Poets
Order out of the declaration of peace.
Blood, war, terror, within the shadows of night, The daylight draws but no less brighter, From the plague, and war, and blight,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Drowning
gone with the current locked tight within a rip my eyes and mouth are filled with ocean i’m unable to get a grip unsteady within an eddy
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
A Place in the World
The Excitement in the air Slowly dwindling down Brushing back my hair Knowing life may make me feel drown Then the laughter
By Ashley Tenold4 years ago in Poets
My Reflection Within
In this world of divided seeds, Let’s remember where we humbly feed, So gracious the land we harvested thee, I look back thirty four years ago August 13th,
By Jackie gates4 years ago in Poets
Journey of life
Every soul wish to leave their mark on this world. But not everyone could leave a mark that would be remembered by the entire world.
By saadia abdi4 years ago in Poets
Grandmother's House
If I didn't know anyone lived here I would have assumed the house was empty. You could have said the same for the street. It only sometimes gave evidence to the existence of children and God.
By Wren Kele4 years ago in Poets
Changing Seasons
Cold winter nights, hot summer days in between the seasons I slowly begin to change. Never like the majority at all, trying my best daily to rise up and not fall. Stand up tall, and surrender to the rain, the way i am perceived I'm seen as happily deranged. Strange? Hey, it's a fact. Just like how I'm young, gifted and black.
By Tayler Anderson4 years ago in Poets
That's not my name
That's not my name A pocket of emptiness unfolds in my soul. My core shifts collapsing into the hole, rearranging my topography.
By Ava King4 years ago in Poets
Family Dynamics
I question who i really am often and watch the world slowly digress in rights I’m lucky to learn and be forgiven we fight and fight and bite; it’s fight or flight.
By kazmyn 4 years ago in Poets
MIRROR
Staring in the mirror each and everyday Looking at that certain character Not knowing what to say She looks you deep in the eye
By Lauren Norris4 years ago in Poets