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.

Cause?
Cause? alien world message crashed spaceship cause? alien diplomats search for answers This is a reverse sci(na)ku tanka, of the form:
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
Alice In Wonderland Haikus
White Rabbit Why are you so late? Here’s a time management tip Leave early next time Alice Down the rabbit hole Let’s try madness on for size
By Paul Leonidou 5 years ago in Poets
Past Life Regression
I had an intense regression session earlier this year where I learned I had been executed for harlotry by my husband. The year was around 1827. These poems came out of that regression and spontaneous regressions after that. Two poems are from my point of view; and two are from the male lover's point of view.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Poets
Who Will Water Me?
Shower thoughts Drizzle down like indoor raindrops Dripping into my ear drums Straight to my brain. At least I think that’s the way it works
By Shelby Clements5 years ago in Poets
Castration
Castration castration offered by alien visitors consternation require sterility to join Federation This is a reverse sci(na)ku tanka, of the form:
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
Consternation
Consternation soldiers of Centauri Earth landings consternation unfulfilled visions regarding war resistance This is a reverse sci(na)ku tanka, of the form:
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
Crank
Crank engineering marvels explained aliens listen Crank the locomotive chases alien offspring This is a reverse sci(na)ku tanka , of the form:
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Poets
The Search For Joy
I never knew that healing would hurt like this, that diving deep into my emotions meant ripping open old wounds, reliving suppressed nightmares,
By Luna Delvaux5 years ago in Poets
Poise and Aplomb
The fine lines of you States often about your dignity The true rise of power, in extreme Without any support, nor surety
By Noorain Hassan5 years ago in Poets
The Memory Tree
I close my eyes, and I see visions of butterflies, and ladies on clothes pin heels, auras of colors from the way I feel.
By Karlie Steadman 5 years ago in Poets
I'm looking for light
It is the search for the knowledge that is in the universe I was looking for the light I'm looking for light Grief in the pressure of life, in the dust of wet desires
By NF5 years ago in Poets
The utterance of ill news!
For through the break of day, Beyond the realm of sea, Past a land unknown, Where untold ventures be! The shadows were gaining strength,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets