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.

Fear
Softly sliding through the dust What happens in darkness Lost to the falling dusk Encroaching a rage so rapid Eyes misted with bloodlust
By McKenzie Cairns5 years ago in Poets
The Chariot
The Chariot As it sounds this card moves swiftly Be it news, fortunes, or travels When seeing this card Expect something to come quickly
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Poets
Ramblings Part 50
Jewelry can be a fine thing Done correctly can be quite pretty Done wrong though quite gaudy Jewelry can be a wonderful thing
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Poets
Egotistical
Among the red pastures Lakes the shades of grey Black, endless skies Their souls still remain Gossiping at the highest tables
By Lovely Lucia5 years ago in Poets
The Owl
Once upon a devil’s hour passing, in madness I was wandering Inner treachery playing, foully at my thoughts, pondering I stumbled nearly falling, when above me came a sudden scratching
By The Invisible Writer5 years ago in Poets
The Harvest Moon Wight
One late fall night, out in a lush field, not a building or tree as far as the eye can see... In the grass lies a pale figure. The delicate green blades of life catch a little betwixt it's fingers and toes. As it stares into the endless crypt of stars above, "Is what I feel is truly immediate, or merely a projection from elsewhere?" the figure pondered. The Moon was in it's more rare harvest form; a warm orange hue, like a giant pumpkin in the sky. As the pale figure in the grass reaches it's hand out to grasp at the moon as if it were only but a couple feet away, wisps of vapor trailed from the milky arm it raised into view. As if it were like water set to boil itself away. Noticing this, the figure's mind focuses more on the question it had asked to no one in particular. Then "Up... Why do I look up?" it wondered.
By Whisperer5 years ago in Poets
New Moon
New moon Above me... It has me excited for the future. Or am I Finally settlin' into my loneliness. New moon... What's for me?
By The Vivid Dreamer5 years ago in Poets
Exploring Rage
Pressing all the buttons A laugh stumbles out And then tears. Weeping like a blender with Too many ingredients Whirling.
By Kiki Le Tigre5 years ago in Poets
Ready
There are no flames in the distance. . The apocolyptic fires of the lost self are gone. . I am grounded, in the present.
By Poetry Landscapes5 years ago in Poets
Puff
Puff Is such a funny little word Showing up in funny little places Doing funny little things A puff of smoke Puff puff pass
By Karen LaRue5 years ago in Poets
Dreams Fall
The dreams fall ever so softly on my pillow Whispering me their secrets Taking me to their special places Teaching me my own sons
By Karen LaRue5 years ago in Poets
Treasure Paradiso
Inspiration for Poem I was feeling little to no motivation one morning. My spirit was low as I thought about the pandemic and the waves of dishevelment. I'm hopeful for a recovery period after we conquer the virus or learn how to live with it. It's taking so long to make it through all the swamps and marshes of the saga. It's harder than ever to stay committed to fostering kindness and grace.
By Andrea Lawrence5 years ago in Poets