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.

Reclaimed
I am not a runaway I have been reclaimed By my true mother I snuggle into her bosom Finally safe and warm Basking in the sun
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
I'm Not Afraid Of The Dark
I was never scared Till the day that I lost you Shaken to my core *** A/N In Loving memory of my folks
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Reasons For My Mask
Maybe I'll learn how to love my reflection But for now, I think it's best tucked away Behind a mask made for just this occasion
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
The Future Awaits You!
You Can Do It! Pull up your trousers and double-tie your sneakers Work has got to be done! History won't wait for you or your incompetence
By Anna Torres11 months ago in Poets
Mask of a Suburban Woman. Winner in Masks We Wear Challenge.
In Mesoamerican folk religion, a nagual (pronounced [na'wal]) or nahual (both from the Nahuat word năhualli [na waxli]) is a human being who has the power to shapeshift... into their tonal animal counterpart.
By Teresa Renton11 months ago in Poets
Secrets Saved
I do not love you like I say I do, yet I smile and laugh along the way, because if the truth is revealed to you my heart would not last for another day.
By Lizzy Rose11 months ago in Poets
Bare It All
Our masks need stripped It’s been awhile (I need to) Expose my birthday suit And smile The falseness ripped Expel the bile
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
The Raven's Wings Unfurled. Content Warning.
I protect you when you are small, when your fear makes you cower. I am chaos forged in pain— unflinching, fierce. I am your power.
By Xephino Moon12 months ago in Poets
Burn The Mask
Behind the scenes and speculation Hide sweaty brows and obligation From fitted masks of expectation To satisfy imagination
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
The Evening Masque
At last I reached the evening masque A lofty fête in which to bask In the highest circles fit to task Lords and ladies, all abounds
By Ian Read12 months ago in Poets
The Moons Shadow
I live in shadows of the moon Trying to figure out what’s the tune The tune of my heart that plays through the night That hides me in the light of the night
By Thomas Terry12 months ago in Poets
Sights And Sounds
Fall sighs with satisfaction another season is done Imagination buzzes as winter’s-folly comes There's a howl on the breeze
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets