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 Shroud of Fire
Like a melody, you are. Encasing me in your delicate dance. The more you are, the less I am. Fire that put me in a trance.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos5 years ago in Poets
Chasing Rabbit
Now Alice danced drunkenly up the green pathway ahead and tripped with a giddy cackle as she said, “Mr. Rabbit, where are we going; I am feeling rather drawn to this place that is unknowing?”
By Iris Roberts5 years ago in Poets
Chasing Rabbit
Chasing Rabbit A summer day filled with joy; an everlasting dream once revealed a treasure so pure. I am sure it could not be seen by just anyone, for they had to be keen.
By Iris Roberts5 years ago in Poets
A Buoyant Force
Y’all thought I was dormant? Im just a buoyant force Verses so potent I keep knocking down doors May seem irreverent but that’s all irrelevant
By Radley Klein5 years ago in Poets
Up the Down Staircase
Up the Down Staircase I never imagined I would master this Escher- esque maze But I have finally reached the top Of my twisted
By Guenneth Speldrong5 years ago in Poets
There You Are
There You Are By: Karlton A. Armistad [Dedicated to those struggling to find their place in this this Life; like Me!] 1.
By Andrew Little5 years ago in Poets
A Place To Die
On the hill stands the humble little house Inside full of humble little plants Perfectly potted pots of peonies Sit still silently on solemn sills
By William Michael Reid5 years ago in Poets
My Name (Acrostic Poetry)
Making money by following my passion for reading and writing. Always curious to know more, learn and grow. Never shying away from helping someone who asks for it.
By A Rustic Mind (Manali Desai)5 years ago in Poets
Naked
Naked By: Karlton A. Armistad 1. Mirrors, who was the person that thought looking at self-made for good reason? I see a complete stranger looking back at Me each time; my eyes have become used lenses for a very over-worked camera, capturing and savouring every glimpse of beauty it can offer up to the mind. Images to sooth the brain after a lifetime of pain, hardship and suffering.
By Andrew Little5 years ago in Poets
Where we are, We are not
Close my eyes There he's mine Take me to the edge of time Where all the roses have laid down And I will wear the final crown
By M.C. Murphy 5 years ago in Poets
Candy Jars and Sticky Hands
Our candy jars and sticky hands Isn't this the folly of man? Just one piece and then one more And reach again Too many left.
By M.C. Murphy 5 years ago in Poets
Twilight and Moon
I dyed my hair red today. And as the color bled across my fingers, I thought of all the things one thinks says or does, to keep oneself through situations of stress. I love the color red. It is my favorite, and has been for awhile.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Poets