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.

It is so beautiful that...
Life just goes on. This is more of a more recent understanding. When I was younger, my naivety showed on issues like this. The only thing that mattered was happiness.
By Rambler's Society5 years ago in Poets
Synaptic Gap
My conduit is empty Devoid of synaptic transmission Inerted with asphyxiant Cells of thought left high and dry Is it my time to die
By Chris Siener5 years ago in Poets
A Messenger
A horse waited outside my door. I asked nothing, I rode it, and we moved on. It was black in the beginning, but white became along.
By Anthi Psomiadou5 years ago in Poets
The Meltdown
I've always had high pressure jobs. Racing to meet deadlines. Juggling multiple projects. A never ending string of responsibilities that are always more than any one day can hold
By Pam Reeder5 years ago in Poets
Laying with Lucy. Top Story - November 2021.
Maybe I was too young, the first time I laid with Lucy. I placed her on my tongue. She picked me up, dumped me on my back
By Samuel Braithwaite 5 years ago in Poets
It Is Never a Waste to Love
Do me this favor and tell me It is never in vain to love. Tell me I shouldn’t go on crying For all the years I spent wishing
By Jocleyn Soriano5 years ago in Poets
Water of A : Star
SPACE MARKS Date 11/2/2021 Time Integration [ 11:07 - 11 :26 AM ] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS Water of A : Star Thought(s) turned to Water ;
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Nightmares
Lifeless bodies scattered in the streets. Endless nights encompass everything in their path. There are voices on the wind tonight.
By Jasmine Harris5 years ago in Poets
Mama died last night
Mama died last night. She was 89. In our cold apartment in Russia, my sister held her hand, not me; I live in America, and I wasn't there at her bedside when she expired.
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Poets
Me & Mrs Cardrew Share Another Bright Erosion
I will, perversely, begin here at the end With a hole for a smile provoked in my arm Pale, twining fingers for a face To shield the eyes
By C S Hughes5 years ago in Poets
The start of a new adventure.
Travel down the mountain pass, Climb up to the top, Notice the heavens in the arrangement, The sun at day, the moon in the night,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
We are just a passing thought to one another
I'm thinking of you when the ocean licks my feet. In my memories, I am still wet with your kisses. In another life, we would have been lovers or friends too close for comfort. We still could be but you rang out from across the room and braced yourself against a doorjamb pretending not to look, feigning interest in a passing cloud.
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Poets