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.

Reflections of Me
I see you there, sitting in the corner, confident in the belief that the shadows will protect you from the judgement of prying eyes, knowing full well that the judgement you perceive is but a reflection of your own insecurities.
By James W McDonald5 years ago in Poets
Just Once
How do you ask life Just for one break, Is it so much to ask Or is it always too late? *** Will there ever be a time When things will go right,
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
The Joy of Life
Life is truly amazing So I learnt from my pet rabbits, I watched and learnt from day to day And studied all their habits.
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
What is Life?
What is life? But to live each day as it comes, It takes family, friends and love To make life any sort of fun. *** What is family?
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Me
We live in a world Where people pretend, There’s one way to act And men will be men. *** Well my life’s all wrong I can’t pretend anymore,
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Your Friend
Well good morning to you Come on up out of bed, How’s your stomach Do you have a sore head? *** Played up last night did you
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Precious
I don’t think you realise How precious life can be, It takes some sort of accident To really make you see. *** It’s amazing how many people
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Useless
Everyone has a purpose Everyone has a name, There once was a time When I was the same. *** But now it seems That time has past,
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
I Can’t
In November it’s three years Since I met my fate, It was Melbourne Cup day The third the date. *** I had a car accident
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Slow
Fighting a feeling .. I belong to a different reality.. Are we even in the same dimension? It was fate to have me learn your lesson.. can you hear me ? I still have to ask the question.. Was it your intention ?
By Steve Richard5 years ago in Poets
Penumbra Guise
In my shadow is where I find my most prized possessions The many places we search for healing and love, tend to be the places that overshadow the thing that matters most. "YOU", know there is no other of your known model and e-nergy. The infinite expressing itself in the form of you. A unique conscious co-creator with the ability to perceive and guide what dreams may come.
By RahZhi Phi (Kurt)5 years ago in Poets
To My Future
I am on my way. Almost. I still have a few things to pack, but perhaps I shouldn’t take much with me. Or nothing at all maybe. It’s just, I don’t know how to embark on this journey with no luggage. I won’t keep you waiting for much longer. I promise. I cannot come empty handed, that’s just bad manners. And so, let me at least bring a good attitude, and maybe some gratitude too. I’ll wrap them nicely in a rosy tissue paper. Like a gift. Except, it’s not a gift for you, my future. It’s for me. But I will share it with you.
By w_d_5 years ago in Poets