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.

Lady Eleanor
I recently watched the BBC Documentary on Alan Hull presented by Sam Fender and they said thst Alan wrote “Lady Eleanor '' after reading Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Fall Of The House Of Usher '' while working in a home for people with mental problems. I should have realised that from the opening lyrics , and probably did , so although it’s late I have to write a poem taking this song as a lead. Hope you enjoy this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Poets
Psychosis Poems #92
Diagnosed with D.I.D. What the hell Is wrong with me? My car, It's maxed out. Can I please abruptly scream, Maybe even shout?
By Cyanide Chaos5 years ago in Poets
METAMORPHOSIS
Photo by Todd Kent on Unsplash My eyes were wide open to see the warm and beautiful sunset. The sun was decorating the sky with vibrant colors like pink and orange.
By 𝑵𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒐 5 years ago in Poets
Collateral Damages
I can watch the theater show in two different ways from the spectator's chair or from the stage I must then unite these perspectives
By Mihai Brinas5 years ago in Poets
Death is on the Docket
I contemplate your imminent death Fantasize. Work out the details. Just the right amount of darkness Spreads sweetly through my soul.
By Marissa Bendick5 years ago in Poets
I AM
I am the darkness that won't be lit I am a rock that throws itself at something new I am the water that drowns one when they don’t be careful
By PollyAnne LeBlanc5 years ago in Poets
Float
Float Have you felt like a weighted bubble? Have you screamed but only the silence was deafening? Have you stood in a group of people and been completely forgotten about?
By Jane Doe 5 years ago in Poets
The four gold rings caught her eye
It was the 21st of May, A warm and sunny day, When Harriet went out to play. She went out to her garden, To play with her animal friends,
By Warren Brown5 years ago in Poets
True Move
True Move Flow like red shimmery sugary liquid in a dimpled yellowish brown tinted glass. Sailboat ice takes me away from the heat.
By Marcus Wilkie5 years ago in Poets
If Wishes Were ………
If wishes were fishes Oceans would be teeming, If wishes were kisses I’d believe I was dreaming. *** If wishes were dreams
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Through Different Eyes
It's a nice day, but I can't afford it To see the world through different eyes Not burdened by worry Free to see colours in all their glory
By J.M. Moon5 years ago in Poets
Dark Tunnel
The light at the end of the tunnel... Is just that, light The shape of the tunnel is unfamiliar And the light shifts As the clouds pass between the Earth and sun
By Deanna Repose Oaks5 years ago in Poets