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.

"Life is Measured by Grains of Sand" & "Wolf in my Clothing."
"Life is Measured by Grains of Sand" The hourglass fills And heart is still Heart is still Last grain of sand to fall And
By M.C. Murphy 5 years ago in Poets
The Scorpion
It is haunted and hostile, yet hypnotic and telepathic. The ghosts of ancestors and spirts passed take up a lifetime's residence, submerged under an ocean of volcanic emotions.
By Melanie Sorockti5 years ago in Poets
If Tomorrow Never Came
If tomorrow never came and yesterday never was would today just be an illusion that never gave us pause If dreams were like a river
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Poets
Fire Sprite
I am a spark blown by the wind I never get to stay I never quite fit in Everything I touch Seems to turn to cin d e r
By Nicholle Michelle5 years ago in Poets
Spoken
Spoken Out Loud … Within Worlds.. Our communication sets up placement .. A lack there of determines your vantage point..
By Steve Richard5 years ago in Poets
Does it ever hit you?
Does it ever hit you? in that moment where you’re carefree and content when you feel like all the dreams you’ve dreamt fail in comparison to the feelings you’ve felt
By Levey Rodrigues5 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Chocolate
Start writing... My huge chocolate, you inspire me to write. I love the way you bounce, waddle and prowl, Invading my mind day and through the night,
By samyog kandel5 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Horse
Start writing... My funny horse, you inspire me to write. I love the way you bounce, prowl and waddle, Invading my mind day and through the night,
By samyog kandel5 years ago in Poets
The Devil's Food Cake
Deviled Ham: "Forgive Daddy for eating Deviled Ham; the one with Satan on the can." Now I lay me down to sleep; I’m nine years-old, in trouble deep.
By Karla Bowen Herman5 years ago in Poets
Time is a Circle
I watch, with fond remembrance, this freckle faced girl running from the sprinklers on her Grandparents lawn. She slips on the tall, slick grass but regains her balance only because I caught her before her head could smack the pavement, ending what needs to be.
By M.C. Murphy 5 years ago in Poets
Poem of Adam
Hide me from guilt and shame from history erase my name But that was not your purposeful aim broad shoulders now toiling in constant pain
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
The Prettiest Coincidence
In this life, we all go through different destinations. Sometimes, we meet people that are taking the same destination as ours. After knowing them, they unintentionally enter our lives and take part in them.
By Sara Kanbar5 years ago in Poets