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.

Heliophobia
The glowing ray of light Breaks through the limit of my privation It pierces in my skin tonight Infecting my blood with radiation
By Michael Trudeau5 years ago in Poets
LOST KEYS
Beneath the wreckage of endless doubts, That has specs of hope just itching to get out. Coasting on the edge as the waves crash against the sand.
By Nicole West 5 years ago in Poets
What color is a mirror?
What color is a mirror? Is one grey or silver or green? What color is the surface of a pool, Or of the sea? What colors are those glittering spots on undersides of butterfly wings?
By Hayley Victoria 5 years ago in Poets
Lessons I Never Wanted To Learn
The world will tell you who you are before you figure out who you’ll be, The world will tell you what you’ll know before giving your mind a chance to be free;
By A. Marie Graham5 years ago in Poets
Work
What though the heart be tired, The heart, that long aspired, And one high dream desired, Beyond attainment's scope; Beyond our grasp; above us;
By Shiva sharma5 years ago in Poets
Autumn wind message
When autumn wind brings sorrow, blows over face, and pours out worldly confusion in the cold. When the night is full of people, the mood is aroused inadvertently. Just want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of this city, so that the autumn wind will not be so hurt and so cool.
By Sandy Rude5 years ago in Poets
Life's Rerun
Life is mass- A running tape, Of collected images, Sunsets to sunrise- Nightmare Through daydream sweat. A collection
By Katrina Thornley5 years ago in Poets
Ego's Masquerade
I hide behind the “I,” sheltered, hidden from what might— Truth masquerading behind “I” to avoid the light. Not that I haven’t caught glimpses of the sun—
By Sarah Lynn Jones5 years ago in Poets
Move Meant at Speed of Life
SPACE-MARKS Date 5/25/2021 Time Union [ 7:36 AM, 7:39 AM, 7:45 AM, 8:16 AM ] Location Shaolin ETERNAL WORDS Move meant at Life-Speed
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
Moon
a jellyfish moon engorged warms the velvet of evening which hangs like a vestment obscuring fragments of bone her orchidaceous mind
By Timothy James Lane5 years ago in Poets
Anna who was mad
Anna Who Was Mad Anna who was mad, I have a knife in my armpit. When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages. Am I some sort of infection?
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Real Creator
Real creator It's 3 am and I decided to write a thing or two about you. So here's The Nature and You. With courage of a rainbow to appear right after rain during noon, you braved through my October to March monsoon.
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets