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.

The Apple Tree
I hope you guys like this transformation of Robert Frost's 'Nothing Gold can Stay' Flower One by one, first pink then pearl, blossoms unfolding sprinkle branches reaching for the sky. Her beauty is unveiled, a bride on her wedding day. Emerald beetles, dragonflies and bees sing golden songs of spring. They fly-dance with joy among her leafy boughs. Flowers fade and drop, and fruit is formed, when at last little children emerge. Circling her gnarly trunk in a binding ring of trust, playing in petals, as though they were snow.
By PurPar5 years ago in Poets
Dusk Whispered, and The Planets Answered
The years to come seem waste of breath A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death The months to come are more in pace
By The Imperious Caw5 years ago in Poets
Dancing Queen
Foot to foot, step by step- I rhythmically move to the metallic beat of the drums and the gentle flute lullaby. I follow the baby pearl stars,
By Talia Devora5 years ago in Poets
My Father's Teeth
The more I scrub, gray ash flows in liquid rivulets, it pours and trickles down each step, one-by-one. One drop--to the next. It meets as a burned silver puddle at the base of the stairs and goes nowhere.
By Vivian Clarke5 years ago in Poets
When I Laugh, I Bleed
When we smile and we laugh, our faces crease in folds, they fold and dent in lines. And if we do it enough, they form wrinkles. And when we frown or worry, our faces fold. They fold and fold. In lines and creases. And all these lines and folds and creases, they show up on our skin as we grow old.
By Vivian Clarke5 years ago in Poets
the report card
At the end of each quarter, I loathe for the excitement of opening a rectangularly shaped envelope in the hope of being validated by the numbers on the piece of paper sealed within
By Rebecca Haag5 years ago in Poets
Saturn's Wound
I look upon him as he yells once more Unleashing a stinging hand across the back of my head All I can fathom him as is a tyrant
By Thomias Bruch5 years ago in Poets
Smile or a Frown
There is a smile of love, That soars above the clouds like a dove, And there is a smile of deceit, That's menacing and a cheat,
By Samiha5 years ago in Poets
The heart of the matter.
It is the heart, that all matters begin. The very inspiration towards all pursuits, And the desire to proceed with anything at all.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Rat Race
Why are my lows so low, but my highs feel fine? Why do I doubt every miniscule thought that crosses my mind? And why is it that trust is just so hard to find?
By Josie Del Valle5 years ago in Poets
Pride
Out ---------------------------------------- Few can remember the grayscale of the closet, and the little white line that let in dancing men
By Eilen Straft5 years ago in Poets
Darkness is the New Happiness
I’ve been sitting by the window all day, waiting for night. Finally, the blue of the sky darkens to navy. I cross my arms at the window sill and watch the streetlamps come on one by one.
By Augmented Man5 years ago in Poets