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.

PLAY MY PART
Can’t believe I went through that Way I handled very smart Could’ve taken all apart Sitting In the room so dark Rhyming words I’ll call It art
By Haychie_Artist4 years ago in Poets
Wonderland
I stumbled down my own rabbit hole, But reality is my Wonderland. Like my brain resides on another planet, but my body exists in a mad tea party.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
The winners pool
Barely a woman barely a fool barely anything other than cruel barely a wizard barely a king barely a rich’s man favorite kin
By Julia Heussler4 years ago in Poets
The Will to Fight!
The samurai is a dragon! The sword fells 50 men in one swing. The battlefield laughs at the termites placed before him. The sun screams like a vulture flies, feeding on the soup of his festering victims.
By Rudi Fregin4 years ago in Poets
spun out
Empty fights Pointless nights Unheard words Leave us absurd Hopelessly spun out ************************** The worst for me is these lonely days
By jake c4 years ago in Poets
Promise
He raised his view up to the night sky, the stars and moon gazing expectantly down upon him. The crisp, chill air was filled with the silence of the night, save for a distant whisper of wind. The only hint of life in the bitter stillness came from his breath, creating faint ghosts of life that vanished as they rose up into the darkness. It was then that his voice began to accompany the silence of the night. He thought the words and all that they implied before offering them to the world. Alone on a windswept plain, he made a promise, not to himself but to his bright and distant observers far above. His words were heard by none but the night, yet it was a vow more sacred than any made to men. The voice lacked volume, yet the conviction it carried was eternal. The land accepted the words as they were carried across the frost-bitten grass, never to be heard again. Silence once again took hold of the night, the man in harmony with the Earth’s desires, his purpose fulfilled.
By Shayde4 years ago in Poets
Animalistic
Animalistic, walking on two legs. Sometimes the music doesn’t touch the emotions seeking resolution. Note by note the letter never finds meaning.
By Shane Harrington 4 years ago in Poets
Moving on
You told me you loved me, but that was a lie. I did everything you asked without questioning why. I put all of my faith and trust into you.
By L.A. Domenech 4 years ago in Poets
Acceptance
Why is letting go so difficult? Why is change so difficult? Why is everything that we need to do to make ourselves better so difficult? There are a whole lot of why’s and not enough answers. Sometimes we believe we want answers but in reality, we’re not ready for them or dont even know what to do with that information. Things will always be difficult because we make them that way. Sometimes it’s inevitable and we can’t control our situation, we can however control how we react to it. The more in control we try to become over a situation, the more energy is being consumed not allowing one to see the full picture. When one is blinded by our thoughts, emotions, and a presumption of how things “should” be, theirs not much room for growth.
By Jose Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Meet Me in Dreamland
In this space nothing is real not the way you dance or the joy I feel we move with grace as if with wings and don’t think to question
By rhe4 years ago in Poets
floorboards quaking
Motionless mechanical silence grabs hold A screaming meadow ripe to explode But all that comes out Are the jackrabbits and plainsmen
By jake c4 years ago in Poets
frozen spaceship
..more nonsense The shepherd takes control Of this faltering starship My hopeless mumblings spit Into his ear, forcing him to quit
By jake c4 years ago in Poets