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.

What A Trip
A kitten watching the birds As I sit in a wicker chair, high on oxygen, poised into the universe Open and lazing in the loungeful posture of a kitten watching the birds
By memoirs of A moustache5 years ago in Poets
Head Lines
Due process It starts with a story Shoot for neutrality (We mean that both ways) Go for the front page Get the scoop! Due diligence
By Matthew Daniels5 years ago in Poets
Privacy Breached
A bracelet, more like an anklet, because freedom was too far stretched. Not the elegant, delicate kind, but a public shaming defined.
By Hannah Hooper5 years ago in Poets
Until Your Eyes Shift
For every time you Destabilized my sense of reality With grand suggestions That my feelings were ridiculous Or I was just a head case
By Marquitta5 years ago in Poets
Last Summer...
This hot humid sweat I can not deny Paloma in hand, a joint by my side; Pretty pastel sky, clouds passing me by Warm gentle breeze, what a nostalgic tide.
By Valerie Akiko 5 years ago in Poets
Other Spaces
Reaching for the distant; distance, space created as the smoke escapes. Escapes from my lungs; a lot at stake, needing to numb this relentless ache.
By Hannah Hooper5 years ago in Poets
An Afternoon at the Rock
Calming, gentle breeze gusts in between us standing on a gigantic rock, the sloshing of the tiny waves crashing gently into the shores of the lake,
By Guije5 years ago in Poets
Tarrasque
Spawned from the Prime Material Plane Sent to punish nature The reptilian destroyer has been sent By the gods to end this world
By Sebastian Rice5 years ago in Poets
shooting stars and fireworks
We splash and play in the refreshing lake The sun set late on those Northwestern nights How I long for, and treasure those warm days
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Poets
Island of the Motherland
Fear consumed me that fateful day When we embraced and mingled in the heaven Over the seas to a land of red clay Blistering wet heat showered us with aggression
By Ejiemen Sado5 years ago in Poets
Etching Happiness
Tis the day to taunt the fish With tasty treats of slimy worms. This the day to travel, To the inland lakes ringed with reeds.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Poets
I for an I
I'm fulfilled by lethargy. I find potential to be the most exciting attribute of a human being. Like hamburgers are potentially beautiful. A work of art to animators, chefs, and literary monotony. The subtle and patriotic work of thousands of composers, painters, and word smiths are a classic culture of ideologies. And what they have given me is a potential to be nothing. To have nothing. And do nothing. And do nothing. And do nothing.
By Aaron Simpkins5 years ago in Poets