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.

Salty Breaths
spinning in slow motion afflicted by my own perception ankle deep in ocean I am alive as the water is cold waves crash against my chest
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
Shadows in the Night
in the light of darkness, we see what should not be seen, shadows in the night are reflections of actions during the day! are they dreams, or nightmares perhaps?
By Moe Radosevich4 years ago in Poets
Green Eyes
Green Eyes “Pull over,” he says, frantic. I go to pull over, but just in the middle of the road, arousing annoyance from the other drivers. They begin to honk. The hefty policeman walks towards my window, bending over slightly, gesturing for me to roll down my window. My brown eyes meet his magnificent green eyes.
By Aubrie Belle 4 years ago in Poets
Blue
"Yeah I remember. How could I forget?" The tall stools. The abysmally small table for two. Perfectly out of my element. Yet.
By JDaniel Richer4 years ago in Poets
My Father Told Me...
My Father Told Me... By: Jonathan Hinternish My father told me someday I will have. Land and food A-Plenty. And a woman who shall take my hand.
By Jonathan Hinternish4 years ago in Poets
True Colors
When it dies down, those who are true still shine. Colors reflect the beauty of sight without it everything would be gray
By S.M.E4 years ago in Poets
Dancing
Nothing exist outside of you to you. No reality can be found outside the stones you carry. No god can be known without you.
By Shane Harrington 4 years ago in Poets
Resonant Fury
I was caressed by the void And in my grasp I was taught the art of clutching absence I can feel that void And in that leeching darkness I was taught
By Conlan Nielsen4 years ago in Poets
At Death Do We Part
My life is my pageant Of tableaux, entr'actes, and dioramas Passing in review, the floats--salient Points displaying my melodramas.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Poets
Star Gazer
He was one of those I want more types, you know a dream chaser By day, a day dreamer and by night a star gazer I mean, full on telescope in the attic just looking up for hours
By Micah Davidson4 years ago in Poets
Caretaker
I tried to flee but could not run So, I stretched my hands toward the sun. All I wanted was to be done. Fear himself took my head in his hands and spun.
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets
The Zen approach
If not for the blood on the thorn, How would we learn of the twin gardens? If not for the scent of the rose, What would entice us to grow?
By White Wolf 4 years ago in Poets