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.
Window Pane Reflection
In youth, inverse voyeur, I watched the world; aperture, akimbo legs, a hurdy- gurdy head my camera obscura. Unpinned, black holes for eyes, the world when flipped
Kevin McClintockPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFeel Alive
As you sit underneath the breathing trees And as your soul is caressed by the smell Of sweet mangoes married to the tenderness of the breeze
Kito PeferPublished 7 years ago in PoetsVagary
They say to just start writingAnd the poem writes itself.A vacant smile hides the upset that the poet really felt.And they may only celebrate your work and Hold it high when you are deadBut you'll never break the status quo If you keep it in your head and...
Life of Thou Life of Us
What is this im seeing, I think i ought to be dreaming The marginality of reality Which is the same for everyone but not quite actually.
Mathias CarassusPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Pain of Him!
It was not too long, too near since you left In my selfishness I wanted you to stay, stay I have to let that go, we are all to go
Pamella ReidPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHeart of the Storm
On the cusp of the horizon, scattered storm clouds collect moisture in a rose like pattern, as a shutter of light flashes-
Michael GiglioPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUnwrapping
Tendrils lovingly wrapped around Slowly tightening that which bound Needing the force to come detached Allowing the natural eggs to hatch
Dorn SimonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSystem
You think you have The answer? There's nothing here But time, Headed where I'm Going? You've run into My grind— Running thru my
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Struggle Is Real
The struggle is definitely real.... Working extra hard and not getting anywhere has me not knowing how to feel.... Complete strangers don't hesitate to stare with true disgust.... This atmosphere makes me walk around wondering who I can and cannot trust.... You have to be careful when living out here in the street.... You never know who you can cross paths with or who you can meet.... You see the devil comes at you in every color, shape, and size.... You better choose wisely on which vessel you decide to despise!
Charles ZitzowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFailings of Man
Failings of Man Perhaps it’s pathetic to a degree That her coy-ness has sprung me In vigor and esteem The old wise man’s caution
Jordan WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Drowning Rose
Have you ever seen a rose drown in a pond? Have you seen how at first it still holds on? It sits at the top while its surroundings try to bring it down,
Ironic Recipes
I know a lot about knowing nothing. Found all I needed in all I lost. I'm letting go of holding on, cause I’ve built foundations from hanging castles. I’m excited by numb faces... I speak to their silence and jump like I hear replies. While you ask rejection for a dance cause the steps of acceptance are too predictable.
Henry WellingtonPublished 7 years ago in Poets