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.

Whispers
Whispers in the night. Said quietly to myself. Not wrong or right. Urging my own self. Others needs are great. Mine are small.
By Vern Bird4 years ago in Poets
Quotes about Friendship
The quotes about friends will help you understand the importance of friends. Friends add value to your life and character. Friends are someone who enjoys your success with you even in their busy schedule. People must be jealous of your friendship, have that kind of friends around you every time.
By Narendran C4 years ago in Poets
Illusions
in the fabric of illusion we see what we consider best, we disregard the rest. does it’s constitute a test? let’s digest.
By Moe Radosevich4 years ago in Poets
"There be a war on these waters."
Battle formation, never to yield, Surely upheld, iron shield, Towering enemies, ranks go back, Cannons to fire, steel to smack!
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Lucious
I guess I'm a devil. I was born evil, even God told me so. No one understands me, maybe I should just let it go. Should I even try? I can't win for chasing my own happiness!
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
A Grand Pyre Of Humanities
I lit myself afire today to burn off all the dross around my pyre I danced and played and never felt the loss The first flare of orange flower
By Brady Bowen 4 years ago in Poets
Witch
We never get the chance to prove ourselves exist. Even when they see us, we know they can’t resist. We sit in the eye of twisters, while they’re just yelling ‘Ditch! Ditch! Run there faster!’
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Out of my
Like an iron - repetitive with steam heat radiates on my face No, I’m not joking (These) poems embarrass me Living out of my toiletries
By Sammy Huntley 4 years ago in Poets
Horns
I love you. I love you so much, I love you too much! Just don’t run away from me. You’re an angel, white wings, and halo.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Pink Exhale
There’s venom spilling through your lips, it looks like it’s purple. Now it slowly kills me, you should know that it’s hurtful.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Hyacinth
He hyacinth blood and oxy colore, wild mind and baby skin. She absent heart and lullabye luller, dangerous lips of siren sin.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Valium Colored Eyes
You looked at me, you gazed into my space and fell in love. You spoke to me, you lied right to my face but knew the truth.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets