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.

Metamorphosed Rocks
Sunlight scurried by And it’s set abruptly died. There’s a full moons angled gleam Erecting series’ of fluttering eyes. It seems to stream brighter beams
By Chandler Thomas5 years ago in Poets
Going and Going
This little death I have died this thursday afternoon is a really beautiful death although not my best one yet I have died more desperately before
By Scarlett Olsen5 years ago in Poets
The Gallery
My brain is a freakin artist, Painting consciousness through chemistry. Hormones blending imperfectly like paint Poorly matched or a pot of mole sauce,
By Jessica D.5 years ago in Poets
Sick
I pedal my bike, I run, I cry So many shadows and people. don’t exist I hear all the voices, I close my eyes. Old men, black cloaks, hide in disguise.
By rach5 years ago in Poets
Yield
Standing in the back yard of my typewriter Rooted in the mercenary lavish Of symbiosis for the equity of propagation A peach tree grows a desirous fruit
By Robert Trakofler5 years ago in Poets
A woman of colour
My colour was red so they said. This colour was music and passion and anger and rage. I headed for fame and for fortune but nobody knew that inside me there grew a desire to be white.
By meryn williams5 years ago in Poets
When the color of me is rare and unique
What do you see when you look at me? Matte like moss that blankets a tree Speckles of brown you can see when you look at me
By Biscuit5 years ago in Poets
I am Tie Dyed
Spirals swoop, My eyes turn with each curve. Evidence of creation shown, On the hands of my stained fingerprints. Splotches splash
By Samantha Torres5 years ago in Poets
Color Me
Complex colors of character and culture caress CREATIVE consciousness, continually evoking casual conversation, creating cadence or cacophony; concord or contradiction; confirmation or confusion. Cream to copper, mocha to black - can communities coexist?
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Poets
sunlight personified
sunlight, i broke a mirror to try and feel your heat created a solar system of things hoping your rays would reflect back to me
By Nabila Nebula5 years ago in Poets
My Chakras
Chakras refer to the energy centers inside of you. Described by colors red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, violet, and blue.
By Greer Collins5 years ago in Poets
My Body is a Monument
his violence is a red thing punching marks onto the text of my body - a bruise burgundy blooms against the gentle cage my ribs make. my nose breaks
By Erica Williams5 years ago in Poets