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.

Home is what you make it
Home to me is not a piece of land or even a house, Home is full of peace,love,happiness without any doubts, Where family and friends can gather for good times,
By Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
Cloud That Wants To Rest
A floating cloud, weary of traversing kilometers thousand, asks an old farmhouse falling in its route, "Can I rest, a little bit in that cozy bed of yours,
By somsubhra banerjee5 years ago in Poets
Making a Stand
I’m in dire straits. She has learned the truth, and entwined our fates. Oh, how I wish to return to my youth. Days were simple when I was young.
By Tyler Delmotte5 years ago in Poets
The Veil Between Us
Let no man Look up to the sky With hope When rivers run dry And rain turns to ash When blood flows black And veins grow cold
By River Gilliam 5 years ago in Poets
Conman
A simple sigh supplies enough to the room that one could decipher the vibe. Different people, linear thoughts. Conman tell me what to do. Snake oil sales only sells the soul. Pitter-patter upon the floor, tip-toe down the hall. Come again, conman, tell me what to do.
By Jake Trammell5 years ago in Poets
Where I truly feel at home.
The breaking of the sunlight, The song birds sing their tune, The barking of the puppy, The hope that’s coming soon, The love she shows by my side,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Submerged
When I stepped from the depths of the waters i looked and beheld a loud voice saying come and see oops i accidently plaguerizing the book of revelation, but the words are so
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Poets
Notes on a Notebook
An incomplete list A nonsensical rant Scattered pieces of a plan to become a better person than I am Attempts to be funny or profound- all falling short.
By Frances Raye5 years ago in Poets
From Place to Place
A thousand shades of green flashing by a gold glow on everything in sunlit air An endless horizon of dipping valleys and rising hills
By Abby Jacobsen5 years ago in Poets
The Quest for Home
Hopeful sense of stability. Open hearts and minds. Meandering days on the couch. Empathy that knows no bounds. An acrostic doesn’t feel quite right.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry5 years ago in Poets
Home Lives in the Little Things
When the coffee pot bubbles to life in the morning where the fog is heavy when rubbing away at sleepy eyes clutching a mug close
By Abby Jacobsen5 years ago in Poets
The Lines
Do you know what it’s like to live in between the lines of a blank page? The vastness swallows you whole, but your essence is whatever you desire it to be.
By Bianca Serraty5 years ago in Poets