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 Fear in the Mirror
Fear disguised as Shame But why, how Where did it linger from, where does it haunt, in the crooks and corners Pray tell why
By Oneg In The Arctic5 years ago in Poets
Time Is An Irresponsible Friend
Time is an irresponsible friend Who leads you down its path And promises a hundred things But brings you less than half Time is an irresponsible friend
By Tanner Peiffer5 years ago in Poets
Hopeless
You Ok? You Get Some Rest Baby? I Never Really Do Well Just Enough I Can Say I Still Pray For You Everyday Energy The Energy You Need Right?
By Chevy5 years ago in Poets
Ghosts
Ghosts everywhere I look, and sometimes by my bed Ghosts exist, and ghosts scare Ghosts are very easy to compare to Ghosts spook, scare, and frighten
By Elizabeth Wakefield5 years ago in Poets
The Scared Cat
I have not been drinking For one and a half year During this time I have lost A lot of anxiety and fear I thought drinking would
By Lassepetter5 years ago in Poets
The Privilege Of Discovering Love Is Her Middle Name
She is complicated, that is for certain There are so many facets, she’ll surprise, Only the most courageous will survive The unveiling of her master disguise.
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Murky Water
The seaside eagles call out to me, white on white, grey on black, against the torrent thunderous sky, and I lay there on the beach.
By Michelle Chen5 years ago in Poets
The Owls Wish
The great barn owls' wings stretched across a starry night. His feathers soft, speckled with black, browns and white His body was well made for precise whispered flight.
By Jean Jeannie5 years ago in Poets
Home
Home is where the heart is. I’ve heard it once said. So my home is lying next to you, Right there on your bed. For you stole my heart away, Over seven years now. Yet I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. Someway! Somehow! As Seasonal rains restores, The damage caused by a drought. So my lease on life is replenished, When your lips press against my mouth! For to me you are, The perfect specimen of the feminine gender. I’m constantly amazed by, Your humility, eloquence and splendor! You fill my thoughts. You haunt my dreams. Reflecting on the past years, The more obvious to me it seems. From the day we met and our destinies crossed. The intertwining of our souls, Was to be the ultimate cost. Though the seasons change, Some friends are gained, And others to time are lost! I will need you still, and this I will. Till death do us part! Yesterday I saw you past me. What devilish tricks you play! For as I reach out to touch you, Like smoke you fade away! So on my knees I fell, Asking my god for guidance. For living without you feels to me, Like torture invented by medieval tyrants! So low my spirit is taken, It seems a deep dark dungeon. Till you speak those words that pick me up And heal me like a surgeon. And so I will take your essence captive, And call you my beau. As I tell you those same words. I love you too!
By Stieve Fernandez5 years ago in Poets
Dear Dad
I see you strong soldier The world is on your back. As you grow older Dad, do you know you never ever lacked? Moms stories of you
By cincity g5 years ago in Poets
Mr. September
She affirmed, "This won't be a waste of tears." Little did she know, In a few weeks, She'll face her fears. She'll let her emotions show.
By The Vivid Dreamer5 years ago in Poets
Antidote
The venom runs through my veins with each grasp of air I breathe. I dream of a lighter side of this venomous mind. Each breath I take it slowly takes away the strength and life within me. But I see a light walk past me pulling a string within me to pull forward and increase hope. As I grab the strength to see the light I realize she was my antidote. She pulls me high when the tables were low. She pulls me to the sky when I was stuck in a dark hole. I couldn't find the cure to my sanity, so he created my antidote. As the window was stuck closed with poison chocking at my throat the window exploded with the sound of my antidote.
By Rahsaanique Thomas5 years ago in Poets