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 Will of Jacob.
Find me under an old oak tree exhausted of might, abed on green fields wrapped in the deathless night. My heart beats in time with a carriage clock,
By Peter Spering5 years ago in Poets
Dear Blue
Blue blue blue, I’m growing out of you. For years I was drawn to your patient handsomeness and reserve, but to be frank,
By Corinne Gaston5 years ago in Poets
Hues
alone one can be many, melted hues mixing with light into infinity this Yellow permeates through, tinting my view, as always, in the natural warmth,
By Liam Dague5 years ago in Poets
TOPIC: DYNAMIC Pluck me if you like, Crush me if you can, Juiced, will it bring out it sweetness? Squeezed will it bringforth it's zestfulness. Summer and warmer days, will reveal the brightness and radiance of my beautiful true color. Red like fire, Blue like violet, Yellow like sunflower, Green and all Rainbows. Widely accepted and loved by many. If asked what color is me... When questioned if my real color shines I'll chant thee oh dynamic flamboyant color Orange 🍊. Because orange is stimulating, vibrant, and flamboyant. Yes! That's me! Poem Written by: Olajumoke Tinuoye.
Start writing... TOPIC: DYNAMIC Pluck me if you like, Crush me if you can, Juiced, will it bring out it sweetness? Squeezed will it bringforth it's zestfulness.
By Jumoke O Tinuoye 5 years ago in Poets
Walking
I'm slowly walking down the street. I see the blue of water, the art of its form. The water's wisdom is slowing down. Its flow, its rhythm, its beat.
By Nicholas Minutillo (he/him)5 years ago in Poets
GREY
The rainbow we say is a spectrum of light but how could it betray with so much darkness? and dreams may live in the realm of nightmares?
By Juo Nwafor-Orizu5 years ago in Poets
"My life: Poetic License"
C - curls of blonde O - organic green vegetables L - lavender soap, potpourri, carpet in my bedroom O - olive oil, oranges, orangutans R - red hair dye
By Theresa J5 years ago in Poets
opalescent
My coming of age was pink nectar embroidered on my collar burned into my thigh. I sang rolling r’s slipping tongue with him her and them
By Nelson G Nelson5 years ago in Poets
Life in Color
Boom-boom Boom-Boom, a heartbeat sounds Booboom-Booboom, another heartbeat is found One is planned, another is a surprise
By Alaina5 years ago in Poets
Purple Parents
An only child of purple parents is Its own hue. A father of inherent vermillion, Opaque in his brilliance, Inverts nature and turns the air black,
By Titania Sterl5 years ago in Poets
Purple Parents
An only child of purple parents is Its own hue. A father of inherent vermillion, Opaque in his brilliance, Inverts nature and turns the air black,
By Titania Sterl5 years ago in Poets
Abeyance
Lazily, the darkness lilts Stretching and warping How long have we been here? Raisin hues Punctuate the pillows beneath our eyes
By A5 years ago in Poets