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.

Reverence
You can look and dream to feel, but I transcend these Hips. Lips. Legs. Ass. Tits. Never will I be, a spoke in your wheel
By Sammy5 years ago in Poets
Death
“Death” Autumn afternoon light grows dim, A brief, cool breeze wafts briskly through Gathering kinfolk close, watch him.
By Jack Drake5 years ago in Poets
A:n-MAL TOE:TUM(S)
SPACE MARKS Date 6/27/2021 Time Integral [5:33 AM - 7 - 10 AM ] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS A:n-MAL TOE:TUM(S) One can NOT-Help,
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Watery Scale of JUST:ICE
SPACE MARKS Date 6/29/2021 Time Integral [ 8:28 AM , 9 :52 AM ] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS Fire - Water , Scale of Just: ICE
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
A Worm Now
Going north and stepping on cracks that expand so far up and down that they’re stairs now. Lifting into a sky cherry red with blackened clouds of pure wet darkness, suffocating on raindrops that they won’t let go of.
By Rowan Finch5 years ago in Poets
Bella Rose
Bella Rose Bella Rose, Bella Rose Her beauty unlike you have seen skin like velvet and honey cream lips warm with passion’s fire
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Poets
LIMBO
i am violently awakened by the electric shock of misery; bewilderment finds me: i am shipwrecked, a pyrrhic victory. my trembling ankles are chained to the shore;
By brittany schmidt 5 years ago in Poets
The Wobbly Walls of Winkerton
Crossing over the Worlds of Well Is never a task so sweet and swell. For those of Might and those of Fright, The trek is no cousin to fun.
By Diane Ballain5 years ago in Poets
Between the Tears
I hear your voice in my memories. My soul aches for your presence. I am a broken heart with a lot of stories, A little bird that can’t even sing a sentence.
By Sofia Duarte5 years ago in Poets
Folks
What makes the "Folks." Here "Folks" not just only means a group of people; they are a group of idiosyncratic people. Folks are an oxymoron of "Everyone." It will not sound exaggerating if I say folks have the power to bring light out of the black hole. The different approach from "Everyone" makes intellect the "Folks".
By Tejas Vijayvargiya5 years ago in Poets
Marshmallows
Marshmallows have a way of huddling together Electrically, Not by force, but by Choice The longer they’re together, The closer they become
By Matthew Daniels5 years ago in Poets
Pi-A-N-O
SPACE MARKS Date 6/26/20201 Time Integral [ 4:47 PM - 5:17 PM] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS Pi-A-N-O Pi:A-n:O! Priestess , played
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets