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 Eyes that Woke
Flat surface with a stag in the middle. Hard time to rise so you cover yourself to remain little. Light that’s beaming and prevents further sleep, repeated toy story and counted sheep. Full body paralysis and mind gone blank, some water and stretching, with money in the bank. Morning routine that’s too early to swell, construction and banging can just go to hell. All these thoughts that's filled with desire, contemplating release, writer for hire. Fortnite player and twitch streamer on site, back and forth mind games, what a beautiful delight. Finally up and ready for the day, a constant reminder that I'm still gay.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Poets
The Tired Raven
Raven disused trickery and relented to problem solving by screaming nonsense across the sky. The sporadic calls flew out into nothingness.
By Suge Acid Hawk5 years ago in Poets
What a mess
What a mess — Not everyone is easy to digest .. No excuses.. I digress .. I touch the sum with callous.. Not always willing to share what I discover in between phases.. Some burdens seem to be better off unshared.. Nothing to scare you with .. Just emotions I have to interpret ..
By Steve Richard5 years ago in Poets
It is I
Is is I who died of dust and sorrow having wiped the dirt from your cheeks all steam and unconsciousness I loved you. It is I who wrote the letter
By Nelson G Nelson5 years ago in Poets
Bread Guilt Free
I wish I could eat bread without guilt Without thoughts of where it’s going Because I don’t want it there I picture my perfect body
By STEPHEN FRANCO5 years ago in Poets
ORDER AND CHAOS
YOU ARE FIRE I AM WATER. I AM AIR MY SIGNS COMBINED CAN EXTINGIUSH YOU YOU ARE ORDER I AM CHAOS LEO AND AQUARIUS YING AND YANG
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Poets
3 Women in the city.
_COFFEE SPILT BLOUSE_ (1/3) Grabbing my daily coffee from the café, Eyes dug in my phone, I bump your way, You looked so happy with the cookies you bought, at this coffee house,
By Lakshita Singh5 years ago in Poets
My Prow Towards the City
MY PROW TOWARDS THE CITY By Frederick B. Hudson A song boat Swaying in the canebrakes We plucked them ourselves And left no Pharaohs’’ sons behind us
By Frederick Hudson5 years ago in Poets
From Above The Eternal Freeway
In the breath of summer We fell out of the cat soft night Looking for stars in jagged edges I said, Billy there’s siren trouble now
By C S Hughes5 years ago in Poets
this girl.
On the crevice of my tongue sits recycled tales of you and me, From across the room, It seems you are light-years away from my touch,
By Aaron Rivera (aka NABU)5 years ago in Poets
The Animal within
A cacophony of sniffs Like Tapir's in a tiff Would be all to insignif But these pigs have quiffs Pony's tails, Bee hives, spider eyes
By James Spencer-Briggs5 years ago in Poets
A Trip in the Shops
It began like Red rough receipts Eyeballs in the pleats Her skirt weeps To form a puddle Of huddled flamingos With a chorus of Dingos
By James Spencer-Briggs5 years ago in Poets