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.

Tongue Twister Mentality
Riddled with anxiety, inside of me, it's hard to breathe, I can not think, of anything in front of me. I'm out to sea, and can't be breached, beyond the reach, of those that wish to speak. My mind's on freeze, I want to scream. I'm begging please, just let me be, and let me sleep. One night of peace, is all I seek, from the things haunting inside of me.
By Josie Del Valle5 years ago in Poets
On Losing Your Mind
Listening for your inner voice over thunderous crescendos of worldwide noise won’t be easy if you don’t practice a lot. Separation of sounds
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Poets
then who is to blame?
Black ocean calming mind Ten thousand pieces I've Neglected to fulfill I hear the storm you call But I am a strong brick wall
By Kaikamahinenani5 years ago in Poets
The Fallen Ones
A look, a smile, feelings not felt for a while, it's temptations ugly head. Promises made, betrayal too vile, together done part, only when one partner's dead.
By Jason Morton5 years ago in Poets
Circle
A circle A shape so simple Yet so complex Can be used as a sign of the divine Or part of a hex ~ From mathematics To practical purpose
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Poets
Michael
He's always with me That's what I've been told From strangers, friends, and healers since I was 3 years old * He would sing to me
By Sarah Jane5 years ago in Poets
Old Karlotten
When swiftly falls the eventide, And o'er the moors and fields you ride, To stake your honor, claim your pride, Beware of Old Karlotten.
By MA Snell5 years ago in Poets
November Noosh
Ah, November - the final month of fall, I'm falling into your arms and placing my faith in you to catch me before I hit the ground.
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Poets
Games
Tell me your story And I’ll tell you mines It’s just a phase they said Darling that’s just phase one Let’s play a game 21 phase
By Transboy Gio5 years ago in Poets
My Punisher
My chest is tight It’s hard to breathe, I’ve swallowed a lump No sorry, that’s my anxiety. *** I’m devastated Full of guilt,
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Strange Hands
I look at my bony witch-hands. Odd ones that are too long and bendy. They contort like Houdini's. They contort like my hopes for love; shapeshifting out of handcuffs every time.
By Vivian Clarke5 years ago in Poets
Immeasurable
Tick, tock, tick, tock. I’m making myself dizzy Can’t you see I’m busy It’s quite obvious that you However Have nothing better
By Emily Dickerson5 years ago in Poets