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.

Eradicating
Eradicating eradicating alien footsteps moon dust explodes This is a sci(na)ku speculative haiku, of the form: 1 word / 2 words / 3 words
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
Eruption
Eruption eruption flood plain surrounds and drowns emerging tower spaceport This is a sci(na)ku tanka, of the form: 1 word / 2 words / 3 words / 2 words / 1 word
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
a poem about overcoming
To overcome is to be strong – this is what we tell ourselves. I wonder if this is just another tender lie we whisper into
By baby bachio5 years ago in Poets
Maybe it's the reason
High Towers, shining armous, horses of knights, A win without horrors, the story never told. Noble fighters defending love with all their life,
By Syed Arabi Khalique5 years ago in Poets
The Universe Is A Masterpiece
The universe is a motion picture of people, places, objects and creatures. It's aesthetic and delightful as a fantasy island!
By Talia Devora5 years ago in Poets
The Man In The Mirror
There's a man in a mirror, he taught me all I know he said that we grew up fast, I'd say that we grew up slow When he talks, his lips never move,
By Zane 5 years ago in Poets
Emerging Wormhole
Emerging Wormhole emerging wormhole sending seed depositories to galaxy center A scifaiku -- speculative haiku. Written by Roxanne Barbour.
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
Walls Can Talk
I am surrounded by memories – memories of my past. While sick in my head I find myself in recovery looking back at what I did.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)5 years ago in Poets
The End of the World
The End of the World crystal rays convention t-shirt etching blood red, bird dead reminder of forgotten appointment the end of the world
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
She Does This to Herself.
I can’t cry. I don’t want help. I won’t fuss. I hurt myself. You look Good Good looks Sell Unanimous agreement My vote cast in invisible ink
By C.J. Jaye5 years ago in Poets
The Fine Art of Comedy; the fine art of pushing everyone away with boisterous laughter
I have always been so sure of my path. Of my life, my dreams, of who I am. I have had my entire life steeped in my comedy, like the strongest batch of tea that might’ve turned into something else throughout the years, and now the taste might not be acquired to anyone’s liking. My story has been written in wavy lines of large HAHAHA’s not unlike the comic strips of early Batman’s Joker and his gleaming, lime green light of terrorizing mania.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Poets
Emergence
Emergence particles of light open wormhole emergence tiny objects reveal the past This is a reverse sci(na)ku tanka, of the form:
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets