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.

Always Knew
I always knew You’re the start in my abyss, The laughter in the night sky. You have a way of both grounding me And raising me up with a glance, a chuckle and a hug.
By Honey Graham 5 years ago in Poets
I Don't Want Heaven to Have You
You are gone Beyond the pain of this world Surrounded by glory No longer thinking of earthly things We are still here We visit a square in the ground
By Nadia Van Kesteren5 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of our Doom
There’s some unique beauty In being a creature doomed, In finding the perfect harmony Between first breath and tomb. What is this word called “legacy”
By Becky :)5 years ago in Poets
Schubert Ave
A woman walks with cement-clad legs and a man halts his wheels with no concern. Peering through windows and I know he is the only one alive here. Carrying donuts and dragging garbage and the bus is taking up too much space. Is it the winter that makes us walk as clones— with hands in pockets and feet scuffled? I take in my surroundings with baited breath. Caboose of a billboard distorted in my mind— each time I gaze I know it is not my future home.
By Olivia Dodge5 years ago in Poets
My Art
Let’s paint a picture today, said the artist. The picture is something on your mind But the hands are mine. The art is on your lips
By Khushi Gupta5 years ago in Poets
FREE ANSWERS
When they come a knocking but no door to open the knocks come and go as if by juxtaposition. When the door opens it wishes to shut; then why open you venomous mutt, but if knowledge is to be gained a door must open for wisdom to be attained; but if attainment is key why try to open too many just be. A lock to open for you and me the one inside looking for answers to the knocking which justifies thee; not looking for questions but answers presented for free; no riddles just words that make sense to me. Maybe?
By James Green5 years ago in Poets
Across the room
Across the room through the glass I want to go in but I know I can’t pass To hold you, to have you, to keep you with me I would do anything just wait and see
By Kavi Elwyn5 years ago in Poets
Lupine
When she’s gone They’ll call her lupine… A Cryptid With a wolf-like appetite. A myth who slayed shadows Under the mystery of night.
By Tessa Glasgow 5 years ago in Poets
Unfettered
If you only see artistry In things meant to be beautiful You’re not seeing at full potential… Because there is beauty In the way rushing water
By Tessa Glasgow 5 years ago in Poets
Mind and work
Do not be a man, do some work, do some work, By living in the world, do your name, What is the meaning of this birth, Understand the meaning in which it is not wasted
By Priyabrataa Ganguly5 years ago in Poets
The Dating Pool
Once again, I’m back to the drawing board I thought me and you would work, but you pulled away faster than an accord Honda’s are pretty fast but not as fast as you
By Juwann Cook5 years ago in Poets
You Die I Cry You Laugh I Smile
Profound is the pain & sweet is my blood The ground beats my soul into death Outside there is no longer a light My mind I can run only inside
By Antonio Delacruz5 years ago in Poets