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.

Internal Flame
The passion in her heart is like fire spreading its warm wings, burning, without burning her. It wraps her in its embrace, tightly, but not tight enough.
By Serena Stevens5 years ago in Poets
Caramel
Red runs through my veins and caramel under my skin Freckles speckle chocolate throughout, remnants of too many days lazing in the sun
By Ale 5 years ago in Poets
Breaking Black
When we talk... you don’t think that I can see you Deeper than your skin or scars I think that I can see hues Through all the blush and all the rouge that you put on to cover blue
By Nick Chavis5 years ago in Poets
i am the colour of blood
i am the colour of blood. i seep through the torn fabric of broken hearts and shattered dreams, evidence that all
By Bek Lazarski5 years ago in Poets
The Gray
I’ve always been a colorful person at heart. But I tend to not mention this one unusual part. The truth is, the world’s black and white through my eyes.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash5 years ago in Poets
Mood Ring
Mood Ring Pitch black, Senses altered to a desolate state, In the night I come to uncover her; My beloved aura, Where have you been hiding,
By Aamena Ismail5 years ago in Poets
F*cked up color theory:
Violet! Indigo! Blue! It’s something about color that can make folk act very……...flamboyant. Oh you don’t believe me? You don’t think our flag has all those colors for nothing now do you? Us gays have much use in this very opinionated and often closed-minded world. You see…… we are PERFORMERS! ARTIST! MUSES IN A MODERN TIME FRAME! The way I see it......when you need your house to become a home, what type of man is usually there to decorate? When your clothes could do better, who snatches you into excellence? When you’re ready to paint the town red, what better person than he who has submerged themselves into color so that they can beat your face into perfection, and make the others gag at your beauty? It is us, the colorful, and honey it is through these colors that we excel.
By Shameia Gatewood5 years ago in Poets
What Color Am I?
If I were asked to describe myself with one color, I would not give an answer, but rather turn my back. When we look around we see every color that falls between white and black.
By Jessica Swick5 years ago in Poets
Pride In Us
Color me red. Let passion be thy desire. For lust is thy mate. Love is love, Like the color yellow. It is welcoming. Bringing thee pink flowers.
By Gertride 5 years ago in Poets
there is no i in blue
blue blew me to death in a spiraling-down through the moon. i, a haughty mortal, swooned at the peril within, incinerated between the black ash of my children whom i had not yet borne, but who stumbled with me through my hours as i dissolved the masks i painted in a perpetually pleasing rectitude. their patience with my ineptitude was like the grace of a pastel-turquoise sky, as i merged yellow and thick with the apocalypse storm.
By Caitlyn Eckhardt5 years ago in Poets
Blurred in Nature
Born into a brown body A unique hue designed for Kileigh Red tones eliminated as a hobby In a land full of thriving nude
By Kileigh S.5 years ago in Poets
The Colors of Me
The Colors of Me A pink newborn, I absorbed the fall colors if the leaves outside our window and dark blue of the great lakes which surrounded us in the 20 minutes she was allowed to hold me.
By Kat5 years ago in Poets