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.
Ruby Fragments - II
11:32 PM - Riverbend Gated Community off FM 327 - Katy, Texas, U.S.A. ~ ‘No, not that sort of thing at all. Imagine these lights, right? Like, on your face for long periods of time, but not to the effect of like, one-far-off-constant-glaring-dentist-light-type light like you’re talking or anything, but more so like with the consistently-shifting-colorful-flashing-images-being-projected-right-onto-your-face-type / light like I’m talking'
Keenan ChiassonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCoarse Heart
Your indelible hand has marked me the most Its song is sustained within me Its thirst is still unquenched I cannot remove your face from my head
Matthew ClarkPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLast Summer
A moment ... but bring a sense, Who never knew how deep, Such as ocean, never know where is the end. When I fall, no one else wants to grab my hand,
Seas of Frequencies
Hypnotized by rolling ocean waves, the dancing fluid invokes me... then soaks me. The warm aggressive breeze, wraps around me. I hear sound say "Let it take you... evaporate you".
Holly DiCorradoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Man Forgotten
In the early morning hours of one September day I became God. The self finally vanquished, faded into the void. There in that still space lingered a light which guided me home. Between the waking and the dreaming was the pure essence of mind. The gates of eternity swung open and I tumbled through. The letters of my name annihilated, the echo of I Am was all that remained. Neither male nor female, neither good nor evil. The inner became the outer, and the outer became the inner. So I smiled and danced, how long I had forgotten. This life is just a dream.
Shane DouglasPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGhost
Part of me is that I remember January my tears are cold. February came and I have given my love to you. March I could've stayed and you would've been my charm.
ᏴᏞᎪᏟK ᏞᏆQᏌᎾᎡᏆᏚᎻPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Live in Fiction
I LIVE IN FICTION, I AM A KING AND I AM A QUEEN. I RULED OVER WORLDS THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN. I LIVE WITH DRAGONS, UNICORNS, AND TROLLS.
Malena LopezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDirty Bathwater
Sitting in somber, frozen while life ripples around and caresses the curves of lower extremities Pores absorbing thousands of (what is believed to be non-existent) specs of life's dirt that led you to this porcelain clawfoot in the first place
Mo. ThePoetPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMiss
Every quiet, Each of our own ... Every cold, No wind blow ... The ceiling is not glowing, Clutching it with a dense fog ...
Looking Glass
Gaze into my looking glass tell me what you see Can you see the woman that is dying to be free? Perhaps you see the devil with scaled dragon skin
Roxy HeartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Found Water ... to Thirst
Sweat... Dripping swiftly In the middle of the heat, In the middle of the desert, Do not know the south ... north All I know is just keep going
Kaleidoscope Eyes
The streetlight reflects the glow of the freshly fallen snow Softly packed clouds drifting down as the wind blows As I walk towards the moon it follows me around
Nicole (Nikki) M.Published 7 years ago in Poets