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.

The Apex
Aiming for Apex Looking to the top, Until your eyesight can see. Aiming at the top, Move towards it freely, Breaking up is just a part of life,
By Hubert Iyobebe4 years ago in Poets
The day much brighter by.
It was a day so bright and chipper, The suns ray brought delight, A song, a melody at the dawn, The land the most pleasant sight.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Idol on the Windowsill
Perched on the ledge, high above the street (the people below, down, down rushing about as though demons in Hell) she sits, an idol on the windowsill.
By Robin Laurinec4 years ago in Poets
"queen shit"
- a decree to my kingdom - one day, in either heaven or hell, their souls will bear the mark of their choices. i will forgive them,
By Shelby Valdez4 years ago in Poets
Bloom
Fear not the emptiness from which life blooms Beloved spirit, my voice echoes for you Toss aside your glitter and glamour
By Katie Lauren4 years ago in Poets
Cellophane Colored
Cellophane colors me From feeling much, viewing The film but, estranged To the experience. • Scratch exoticism, Transparent barriers
By Under.the.Poetree with Nicole Oliver4 years ago in Poets
Two Suitors
Small white spotted Dog follows them Everywhere. Rutting its wet nose Into the new, unfamiliar Territory. She holds the parasol
By Abigail Sire 4 years ago in Poets
Love's Embrace
When we met in London it was love at first sight. At first our lips did not touch, our legs did not quiver, and our emotions and feelings kept us intrigued with eachother. We walked, talked, laughed, ate street food, and played as we laughed some more. Our emotions and feelings toward our souls grew ever so strong!
By Anthony Watts4 years ago in Poets
No Longer Feels Right
I just keep thinking if I say it out loud enough times, that I will convince myself into it, convince myself to see past the fear,
By Rilee Arey4 years ago in Poets
Children Fall and We Are Alone
I had a dream I caught a falling baby from a tree Perhaps this is the child Doris told me about The children’s songbook, she’d said
By Olivia Dodge4 years ago in Poets
BOTH
EGO In your need to fight for the option to be right, do you even know the war that you are losing? Pounding my silence
By Archived User4 years ago in Poets
Bust Down
I like to gamble, I like to go and slap with my hoes, see it in my videos they don't have anything up their nose, our energy flows without it I suppose
By Meow 4 years ago in Poets