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.

Changes in hues
Child dipped in two colors Find your way in this life Will your color darken or lighten? Splashes of color change your hue
By Alix Finley5 years ago in Poets
Fingerprints
These thin, looping ridges of skin, these mountains and valleys incarnate are one of the very few things in life that I can claim to be
By Stephanie Nielsen5 years ago in Poets
Live, Love & Taser
Live, Love & Taser Career I had a rented room in a shared household I had Sponge I used to clean the dishes also those that were not mine
By Tuomo Paananen5 years ago in Poets
Yellow
When the sun rises every morning she warms, she glows. When she peaks at high noon she shines, she burns. Either which way she does not apologize
By Sonya Parolin5 years ago in Poets
The Colour White
Mama I want to love I want to live I want to have babies I want to have a family Like us. My baby’s cry of anguish Was his answer
By meenu5 years ago in Poets
from Victim to Survivor
I was never young Came onto the earth, tense and warm as an unshot gun Held the wrinkles and age spots of an old soul since the first man
By Eli Langfere5 years ago in Poets
The Color of Your Eyes
Oh, the color of your eyes Much more then all your spies I’m not one of the guys Can’t take anymore of your lies Aren’t we all the same in uniqueness
By Phoenix Rising5 years ago in Poets
Pink is my Truth
I discovered me, as the world discovered Violet, Green, Pink, and Red once again, Blossoms rebirthing, just as I. As the bees were having their share of nectar and the new season, I had my first taste of the sweet nectar of a different kind of flower.
By Chloe Moers5 years ago in Poets
Yellow
yellow the last thing i remembered he said he would give me something i awoke from the darkness to the noise to the light
By Foster Riley5 years ago in Poets
Spectrum
Spectrum I stared at the red mouths the pink mouths the pearl teeth that formed words (crooked, lined, stained, tobaccoed, missing)
By JKing5 years ago in Poets
Qasidah to a Bani Papier Bag. Winner of True Colors Challenge.
Great, tufts of cottoned graphite curl and contort, above mine form, illuminating soft and distort, A gentle red, from the eyes of beaming brake lights that howl and cut short,
By Kahlil Rahme5 years ago in Poets
I am Red
I am Red, locks of fire and copper. Like the colour of apricots in the morning And, in the sultry evenings, the sensual red of a merlot.
By GEMMA WILSON5 years ago in Poets