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 Square
The Square Beneath still waters a square metamorphoses into a bright orange circle with yellow wings. The square that was mutters curse words.
By Amelia Reiling5 years ago in Poets
The Goddess' Wrath
I dream in color, I see faces I don't know. My soul begs me to leave, but I have nowhere to go. My eyes are open, but my mind, adrift at sea.
By Debra Herrington5 years ago in Poets
The Secret Life of a Chameleon
Black and white thinking. One of the many traits used to describe “people like me”. How little do they know, just how intimately I know color.
By Samantha Wilson5 years ago in Poets
The Fixer's Call of Life
The Fixer's Call of Life Only the broken could fix the broken, For only they know where the missing pieces fell. She gave her vision to the little homelese girl---
By Em Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
Colours of me
Long flame red hair twisted up and contorted like a plaited cage Tamed inner demons Must try Must subdue the rage Nondescript shaped face
By Marysha Joelle Stephens5 years ago in Poets
Butter and Sunshine
I am Yellow No ultrasounds in those good ole days I am fortunate to be around because of my gender you see. Not everyone cheered when news got around.
By Patricia Comer5 years ago in Poets
jimi-indi-GO(né.)
indigo & lilac too hear golden roses all colours in that dream we had not too long ago i began listening to Hendrix whenever
By KURT R.W. 5 years ago in Poets
The Colours at the End of the Rainbow
Heat escapes the shower cubicle, like a repulsed ghost retreating back into the darkness Screech tap, off Pulling the towel down from above my head, I fling it in one assured and vigilant sweep around me like a cloak, a vital organ that I’ve thus far been perishing without
By Chelsea Lawrence5 years ago in Poets
Seraphim Sentinel
Summer's honeysuckle breeze hints of freedom Before casting a deep alizarin crimson Faded and foggy; making futile a sailor or mermaid's morning scheme
By Bridgette Wozniak5 years ago in Poets
Violet Pearls
Violet Pearls She walks with her head high While her crown touches the sky Mother tells her dry your eyes And implies that everything
By Makayla Danielle5 years ago in Poets
Violet my blue stripes with pink
Violet my blue stripes with pink I am not your boi or your gurl I am T to the T’s So, let that thought sink; Let it go between the lines of my heart
By Daniel Antipov5 years ago in Poets
Bonafide Brownified
I was no where close to writing about the color brown, I believed some extreme dark or light shades win the crown... . While playing around with my son who is three and a half years old,
By Tanushree Jain5 years ago in Poets