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 Mind Of A Stranger
Each and every one of our minds work in a unique way and is personal. This page is dedicated to introduce the reader to two perspectives when faced with one circumstance. The girl with the glass of wine is an immobile scene depicted by two different mindsets. It is for the reader to create a third one based on the two given below.
Charlotte M.Published 7 years ago in PoetsWhite Noise Insomnia
There's a soft buzzing coming from somewhere It could just be the fan Or it could be something else I bury my face into the pillow
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPeeled
Why must your knees touch floors of standard when you are oh so special? Here's a reason or two; you aren't any more or any less than the next floor.
Naomie MalekeraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCelestial Dance
Sometimes I wake up in the night When I know I should be sleeping And somewhere in the distance I think I can hear music
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThis Is a Poem
I suppose this is a poem or something But my thoughts won't stay in one place I try to organise and rationalise And marginalise
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGolden Sea
I wade through a sandy ocean, And each coarse grain I strike is the weight of a sea. My breath labors from my breast and my eyes
Johnny O'NeillPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNatural Disaster
Hard to fathom the pastures Of my mental memories More than metaphoric similes My brainstorms crucial Thoughts invades neural space
David DerousellePublished 7 years ago in PoetsInside
Stone cold eyes, but no hardened stare Head full of dreams but mind of despair A smile on his face, a spring in his step Swamped by the work that's been set for prep
Joshua AldenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInsomnia
Why can I never sleep at night? I lie there and think, watch the night consume everything but me That encroaching black calling to me
Joshua AldenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Girl Who
Think about it for a second, think of who I am. I'm not some simple easy girl, you have to understand. I'm the girl who sits there silent, watching the world win.
Serrena GraggPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Birdhouse
His hair is iron and steel, as is his will, Cast in rigid form A trait of necessity It gleams silver The gold wedding Promise on his heart finger
K.R CoughlanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLines
Like the numbered dots in your old Wonder Woman activity book, Like the re-appearance of your old ‘70s chic; New, then old, then new again…
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in Poets