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.

My color
Start writing... I read somewhere that people can become trapped at the age that something traumatic happened to them I always had a problem with that word
By Anna Schertler 5 years ago in Poets
Poem: The Cycle
Not quite sure where I am, this vastness, this empty zone a hollow place of chaos Thinking, as if it's a race too fast, a blur
By Jen Eden5 years ago in Poets
Carry
They carry the flag hanging from their pack (blue, deep, the sky before sunset) six stripes run vertical across the back
By Sarahmarie Specht-Bird5 years ago in Poets
Deuteranopia
Deuteranopia: notes on seeing each other We are in the park, it is four o’clock, on one side the sky is dark but on the other reds are finding their way to disappearing.
By Grace Elizabeth Tompkins5 years ago in Poets
i am (the idea of) colour
i am the idea of colour i am the multiverse theory i am the cotton feeling at the height of your throat when you taste the depth of the world’s wrongs
By Samantha Paige5 years ago in Poets
Me
as you open your eyes to the raising sun, the figures the colors you see. what could it be.?Are they the same in the morning as they are at night. Or does the mind play a game of spite. Raising your hands to reach it, what could it be. If my skin was pink would I still be loved. If my lips where purple would I be judge on what my words that hug on to. They hold so much value on a prefect imagine of color. You see! If only the world could see the love I have, or my inqsitive mind. The set of rules that ignorance hold by not understanding the power of color and words. In the end I am just trying to be me. Allow me to be me in what state I am there is not color no walls nor doors no locks just Me . A human being trying understand life and all the colors it brings. The trail and error we all need to go through, so we all become...me.
By Annette Currelley5 years ago in Poets
A FRANK TALK ABOUT THIS COLOR THING
I have pondered the matter from the perspective of color itself from the perspective of the feelings that color bring from the aches and pains of colors of love
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Poets
I Belong To A Universe Of Colors
When I took my first breath I inhaled all of the colors of the universe They soared through My body, mind, heart and soul
By Lynn Gigante5 years ago in Poets
Magenta
I used to identify as the in-between Would look up at birds and wonder what their purpose was Birds only see in shades of pink
By Katheryn McNicholas5 years ago in Poets
Bananas
We eat a Lotta Bananas round here With Reams of Teens In-and-out Of this House Bananas are Yellow On the outside White on the inside
By Ami Chen Mills-Naim5 years ago in Poets
Yellow
A colour that doesn’t lend itself To wearing salmon Or peach Or grey A colour somewhere Between black and white Just like brown
By G Purnama5 years ago in Poets
Fake Blonde
Bleached till stiff. My hair sticks directly upwards, Like a soldier at attention. I sometimes dye it colours. That’s why I made it this way originally.
By Dingo Despereaux 5 years ago in Poets