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.

an open letter to my protectors
It feels like life just burns a hole in my pocket I went from feeling whole to feeling half and now I can’t stop it Reminiscent of first kisses, explosions like fireworks or bottle rockets
By adara lePage5 years ago in Poets
Painting with Flames
I remember painting prayers Countless Sending them into the clouds On winds of desperation I remember waiting The agony bubbled up
By Jenna5 years ago in Poets
The Ugly Truth
Stairing out the window at the rain every drop that falls I can hear scream nots of prosperity from real pain while the thunder crys out a melody that
By As.is5 years ago in Poets
Heart Attack
I felt Death once It was love at first brush He caressed my cheek and told me that My flirting made him blush And in the light of day, I sent him away
By Natale Felix5 years ago in Poets
Heart Attack
I felt Death once It was love at first brush He caressed my cheek and told me that My flirting made him blush And in the light of day, I sent him away
By Natale Felix5 years ago in Poets
Mother, Listen Clearly
She grew up with some hard times Having riches then lost it all Got married and was mistreated by his family No father figure involved
By Paris Diggory5 years ago in Poets
An Echo Heard
Green and white stripes tap In brown leather loafers Tap to the rhythms of the patio music Tap to the rhythms of the universe
By Erin Lucas5 years ago in Poets
Twin (11:11)
As God created Time & Space in perfect harmony, He too has created a perfect set of "Twins" with immaculately balance. I waited a lifetime for you but I'm going to keep you for all eternity,
By J5 years ago in Poets
That One Night
Senses ignited– Sight: Spied you Then again Then out of muscle memory Or desire Then by choice The choice to spy To hear
By Erin Lucas5 years ago in Poets
Glistening in the eyes of the beholder
Glistening in the eyes of the beholder trifling antiquitistic sought out to be upheld beyond the reaches of the souls of all that dwell here undeniably calamity raw uncut truth be told, bare not for you are more than what meets the eye. Palatable to the furthest reaches of time and space.
By Corinne Del Cid5 years ago in Poets
Rollin’ On Ripe Oranges
The cheeky grin and tinted sunglasses Scream freshly squeezed on the Blazing sun-day ~ There’s a tanginess in the air From a ripening garbage collection
By Oneg In The Arctic5 years ago in Poets
LOYALTY
What I know about loyalty Sipping on my loyal tea I was there everywhere Sitting with my favourite tee Born a KING It’s royalty
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets