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.

Sky lights
Ambitious driven Focused on the goals Late nights early mornings The vision seemed so close Many tears fighting fears Minds running zig zag
By Laquell Gashi5 years ago in Poets
Pool of Solid -- a Poem
Pool of Solid pool of solid disintegrates into antimatter explosions ricochet The Great Wall --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
My Most Popular Poems--Dec. 2021
My most popular poems during December 2021 were: Maps of Space -- A Poem | https://vocal.media/poets/maps-of-space-a-poem fabric designs
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
Happy 2022
The clock strikes 12AM Just like any other day. But once in 365, It’s a new year. You don’t wake up A different person.
By a*k² (a times k-squared)5 years ago in Poets
Never Give Up
One day a young lady was driving along with her father. They came upon a storm, and the young lady asked her father, What should I do?"
By Ephraim Wiesenberg 5 years ago in Poets
SLEEP PARALYSIS
SLEEP PARALYSIS I wish I could scream But I am mute However, I still see and hear Terror overwhelms I am aware that, save for my eyes
By Charles Seplocha 5 years ago in Poets
Leaves
What ever happened to the fallen tree leaves, Who were swept up forever on an eternal breeze? It’s as if the Earth says, “Move! Move! Make room for the new!”
By Tiana McDaniels5 years ago in Poets
Can we sing?
Her roaring voice, her deafening whistles When in her youth I went. Blue was her gentle flow, Pastures go every night, some other night
By andy lawson5 years ago in Poets
We hail the night
We hail the night like the howling wolves Light of the summer! In the storm, Pale reasoners that promote a Maker, Grey set on a graceful chair,
By andy lawson5 years ago in Poets
Life stops
She stops in her tracks like a scared rabbit Silvering her temples with gay pride Night, with a dancing flame upon her shoulder,
By andy lawson5 years ago in Poets
So swift
A swift spark of inspiration Swifter than some lights of a day, Grey and weak. A couch of summer, Light of the precious picture of my time,
By andy lawson5 years ago in Poets
Rise
You can't stand on your feet. Your hands are swollen and filled with blisters. You cling to the floor matting, trying not to fall over. The heaviness of your body is too much for you – you're tired and unendingly hungry – but you try again: if only just to hold your head up.
By andy lawson5 years ago in Poets