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 Notes
“Why do I write? … Because we cannot simply live.” (Devotion, Patti Smith) And I shape-shift into notebooks: Dotted, Soft Cover Light Blue -
By Jas W5 years ago in Poets
The Pink Planet
I was born in vitro – or "in glass" – to the crystalline spaceship of disconnection that was my very own shyness, only spurred by the monotonous cult of globalization,
By K Matsunami5 years ago in Poets
Hues of a Stroll
My neighbor’s orchid smiles at me every morning As the coffee grounds taint the boiling water in my cup. I like the grain.
By Julita Przybylska5 years ago in Poets
Green
Green Green represents good luck and health. Jealousy means green with envy. It is associated with: Money, growth, and harmony.
By Darla M Seely5 years ago in Poets
The Dreamer
Some ancient and Corroded New Year’s memory: I’m wearing a silk jumpsuit-- My favorite at the time, As bright as bougainvillea,
By DIA LUNA5 years ago in Poets
What Is A Color?
What is a color? Fresh green leaves soaked by spring rain, The ever present cacophony of cars splashing muddled water across the street
By Isabelle White5 years ago in Poets
The Colors Fairy
Wouldn’t you like to imbue your colors beyond the mere near few? And if you do... Well, I don’t know if you knew, but I am the colors fairy.
By Jordan Wright5 years ago in Poets
Burgundy's Supper
Oh how wonderful it is to be blue! Reeking dullness in a splendid color! Glistening the tyranny of the cyan and magenta Lustful burgundy, inviting you to the supper
By Nasser Alattar5 years ago in Poets
Grey
Envisioning a Kaleidoscopic reality I sought serenity in the colors others could not Blinding vibrant hues paralyze my vision
By Ali Hachem5 years ago in Poets
Black
I feel comfort in the Black, Avoidance of light, Keeps me warm and at peace, I feel comfort in the Black, It is my security,
By Dawn Summers5 years ago in Poets
And Oh, How I Burn
I can feel the fire on my skin It licks up my arms Blazes across my clothes Makes my skin roast It has for years No one else seems aware of it at all
By Ryan Dhillon5 years ago in Poets
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By James Davis5 years ago in Poets