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.

Are You There?
Did you hear my voice calling? Words like rain Poured from my lips, tunnelled into your ears, Desperately seeking your heart, once again.
By Santari Green5 years ago in Poets
HATE
Hate, the finger that pulls my strings and like a puppet, I dance to its tunes It is a trigger that sets off the booms just like the scenes from looney toons
By Juo Nwafor-Orizu5 years ago in Poets
Illness or inner child?
Unless I write the feelings from inside of my head out in black and white, they will slowly continue to form some type of storm inside of my mind. I feel pressure inside this skull of mine and the more I think, the more it pounds. Trying to rest and relax is not as fast as it sounds.
By Gena Adamson5 years ago in Poets
Grandma's Wisdom
I was twelve when it happened for the first time, Well maybe not the first time, but the first memorable time. Grandma and I were on a road trip. We were gone all summer, our destination was Missouri but we didn't care how long it took to get there. We curved through backroads and stopped at all the tourist locations.
By Leigh Schilling5 years ago in Poets
The Nature of the Bill
With cash rolls as thick as the bark of trees, There is no need to fret about losing What people feel is the death of the seas.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Poets
Myth of the Eclipse
Moonchild does faith in folks like breath. Her mouth full of morals since the water broke Back when once was now, when she first formed from crystals.
By Maya Moon Osborne5 years ago in Poets
Secret garden of misery
on the horizon to the east there lies a mystery infactuating the greeds. dont u dare to think of it. it welcomes you but no one leaves
By Arpan Das5 years ago in Poets
Footprints in the Sand
I look for footprints in the sand – No Man Friday is welcome here – My feet only must mark this land, Human contact is what I fear.
By Santari Green5 years ago in Poets
When The Mood Hits
Words come often, late at night usually without invitation. Flooding my mind with new ideas, and pressing obligations. Demanding me to wake up,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
Thousand Eyes #0011
#Poem0011 a divine poemthe light in water drawand the waves erase your traceas you took your waybut I still have the moonto tell my dreams
By Ruben Alejandro5 years ago in Poets
Anxietea
When I feel anxious, I drink tea It’s pure Camomile and it’s meant to calm my nerves You know how you just hang onto information sometimes
By Ashlea Bicknell5 years ago in Poets
Re-Fix
Before going any further, Yours Truly should warn readers that this particular Anti-Poem is based on the notion of an idée fixe (fixed idea), which in clinical psychology may denote obsession to the point of insanity.
By Obsidian Eagle5 years ago in Poets