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.

Summer at the Lake
Start Memories of Summer swell my brain as I remember all the fun, I remember laying on the deck of the boat. Soaked in coconut scented tanning lotion sweltering in the sun,
By Amanda Mosteller5 years ago in Poets
Sparrow's Sunset
A striding hunger to bond disease Falls short to this pale, gaunt marrow, An indent of the bone and back bowed knees Presents a spawned and black horned sparrow.
By Titania Sterl5 years ago in Poets
Picture of My Mother
Picture of My Mother Not-quite-black and not-quite-white, an image of one I’d not yet met lights up like a castle cellar's candle
By Charley More5 years ago in Poets
They Stare
My mouth moves but no words come out, My eyes water but no tears slip, I try to move but my arms feel bound together, It feels wrong, nothing feels right,
By Shelby Schwartz5 years ago in Poets
They Pull At The Bone
Bare stunned ardent faster How warmly I embrace my Master There's coldness in these tired times The regular was always there
By Secret Bract5 years ago in Poets
Aunties are butterflies
I was still here, healing inside a chrysalis, waiting for a snag of remembrance of who I once was before turning inward.
By Suge Acid Hawk5 years ago in Poets
Fallen Angels
Fallen Angels You are angels, You're supposed to fly! You are mystries, Waiting .. And waiting .. For a cloud to cry..
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
TRIGGER WARNING
SPACE MARKS Location Shaolin Date 5 / 27 /2021 Time 8:05 AM ETERNAL WORDS TRIGGER WARNING THIS is A:n Intiation As such : IT Be-g(R)ins
By Marcus Romano5 years ago in Poets
I learned to live simply and wisely
I have learned to live simply and wisely. Looking at the sky and praying to God. I have learned to wander long before nightfall
By Chevon Hopkins5 years ago in Poets
Breathing Underwater
You and I are hooked, Breast-stroking in a bathtub, Everlasting. JC reminded me, You shouldn't make tents of kelp And pretend you're living in Atlantis
By Regina McMenamin5 years ago in Poets
Golden Afternoons
They wanted us to paint the sky with crayons, though we reached our palms to touch the soft dirt. Drying under our fingertips, green spurts pulling through their chests to grow out under the sky. The warmth from the suns gaze falling sweetly. Onto the flowers faces, yellow and staring. Seeds falling into our hearts. Eyes lingering for palms to touch. What eyes cannot hold, longing? Saltwater splashing on knees, soaked knickers and polo shirts . Sticky kisses, dripping vanilla cream. Strawberry lips, I remember thee. Daisy chains under a trees shade. A stolen secret, swept into the arms of youth. Summer came and went, watching butterflies fly away. Golden afternoons simmering into bliss.
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets
SUMMER'S MEMORY
The Las Vegas sun was beaming And all I could do was cheer It was the last day of school But summer was finally here Flying kites and having foot races
By Nyutu Woods5 years ago in Poets