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 Storytellers' Sonnet
"Oh, sweet singer of dreams and fairytales! Would you play us a tune on this fair night? Tell us of that lover of yours who sails
By Lizzy Rose12 months ago in Poets
expanding
I said Fuck it Let's do it anyway Forget the hesitations Let's run through red lights To get ahead of the queue Taking its time to decide.
By Ruby Red12 months ago in Poets
Truth…said plain
first light my coffee cools as I braid patience thin, five strands, five tries, five counted breaths already frayed. you say…
By Cadma12 months ago in Poets
Together in Tempest
I forgave you because I once loved you, although I know you would not do the same. Even when your hatred towards me grew,
By Lizzy Rose12 months ago in Poets
Only time
Only time can tell, whether those who promise us life would be truly life or death to us Only time would tell, if those who say they love us,
By Ewura Ekua Acquah12 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Seed's Promise
Beneath a blanket, dark and deep, Where silent, ancient secrets sleep, A tiny universe is curled, The future of a waking world.
By Jacky Kapadia12 months ago in Poets
Fairest of All
Reflective morning, shaken off nightmare unveils- eyes without a face ... Author's note: My final haiku entry was inspired in part by Billy Idol's song Eyes without a Face.
By Marilyn Glover12 months ago in Poets
The Light-Borne Child
Somewhere inside is a child of light. who keeps me holding on when I want not. She truly could be such a pretty sight, if I were to let her out of my thoughts.
By Lizzy Rose12 months ago in Poets
RUIN
All that remains of us is blood and bone. The bodies waste away, the souls go home. We Heaven-sent of demon-blood have flown
By Lizzy Rose12 months ago in Poets
Crucial Cords
“To get something worthwhile, you must give up something. The deepest, most personal aspects of yourself.” I've heard that one, and I agreed.
By Sun Bee12 months ago in Poets
William McGonagall: The Worst Poet in History?
“The chicken is a noble beast, The cow is much forlorner, Standing in the pouring rain, With a leg in every corner.” Perhaps by just reading that short stanza, you’ve made up your mind and don’t feel the need to learn more about the author of this rather awful prose. Is there anybody else that could offer up such a competitive race in appalling verse and tortuous doggerel?
By Parody and Satire12 months ago in Poets
desire exists
the night doesn't scare me anymore. but the darkness does. i don't know if it's ironic, or if it's a lazy contradiction.
By ⸘jason alan‽12 months ago in Poets