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.

Ramblings Part 3
Another day, another daydream Another adventure off in my own mind Staring into worlds unknown Worlds unseen by anyone but me
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Poets
The Pit And The Sorrow
Opening my eyes to the sound of a scream, the first thing I smell is the ash. It all seems surreal, like walking in a dream,
By Jason Morton5 years ago in Poets
Ramblings Part 2
Restless staring at the back of my eyelids Thoughts pinging around in an endless game of pong What to cook, what to write
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Poets
Innocence
Innocence... Do you remember those days? Your hopes and dreams… some you still hold onto today but most have changed.
By berlin5 years ago in Poets
Let's Talk
Sunday, 07th of November Here in Harydo's mind Hair tied with a band made out of rubber Open up to me, let's see what we'd find
By Harydo Neon5 years ago in Poets
Lotus Dreams
"And whosoever of them ate of the honey-sweet fruit of the lotus had no longer any wish to bring back word or to return, but there they were fain to abide among the Lotus-eaters, feeding on the lotus, and forgetful of their homeward way."-Homer
By Vivian Clarke5 years ago in Poets
Mind's Whip
The warm intoxicating taste of blood clung to the back of my throat as I gasped for air. Into space I continued to stare. This couldn't be my end. Would eternity's gate open unto me, or dare to humbly bend? Far too young to die! Thoughts cry. Slaughtered bodies lay close by my side, they promised to be my company. Oh, how my Past continued to whip my soul to the third degree. "I love you," I whispered now to all the people I never gave a second glance to and considered despicable. Why their faces swirled through my mind now, I found it terrifying and inexplicable.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
Rough Notes in a Rainstorm
Hot water running down my cheek Slices open the cage in which I’ve been hiding, From my enemies. They swarm me day and night when the sun starts to rise.
By Rayah.5 years ago in Poets
Ode to Silence
Silence is more powerful Than sin —More powerful Than hate Then again Is it fate? Kept in silence Because of noise And all that violence,
By Iosefa Manu5 years ago in Poets
Will you come back ?
On the sky flies a capsule Set up there to understand How see-able things could stand And what may be each world's rule ;
By Francis L5 years ago in Poets
Nightingale
The night has never been a safe space for me. As most click off their lamps and settle down, pouring their worries and stresses of the day into their pillows,
By Grace Howl5 years ago in Poets
A Secret Message
I patiently wait. *** My hopes high In notifications, So patiently Succumbs. *** Yesterday Only missing Unfortunately.
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets