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.
Things as We Think of Things
Things as we think of things Are a means to perceive a deeper clarity Of things as they are truly From the means to the ends
Subliminal Undoing
I've been painfully awake for a while now, But the beautiful dream is still intact in my memories. So much so, that to have woken up at all feels like a loss.
Duanyell WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Toilet
My toilet won’t stop running; it keeps a solid tune from the bathroom. It screams at me to say, “the on-duty maintenance team
A Clumsy Leap of Faith
A clumsy leap of faith I take Diving deep into your retinas Do you know about being soaked? Wet clothes clinging to your skin, baring everything you've been trying to hide
LMD PoetryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOnce Upon a Dream
I lay down to sleep after a conversation with an angel I close my eyes and open them almost immediately I am no longer in my bed, or even in my room
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRuby Fragments — III
her screaming was transient as was her singing as was her dancing she
Keenan ChiassonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Well
In a way, The twilight sky Reminds. Cold, clear water That feeds jungles of Unseen mosses And tiny spiders Lurking in the depths.
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDance With Me
Come dance with me under the stars and the moon – with the cool crisp spring air Come dance to the slow sweet rhythm of our beating hearts
Shae Lynn SandersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOn the Day of the Eclipse
This month she came to me with no pain no ripping tearing my insides making me feel as if I wasn’t in control This month
Francesca AlexandraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsStillness
Why is this a concept so alien to me Why does it scare me to the core The act of shutting down my mind To just be Am I afraid that if I stop
KJ MullinsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRestless Universe
Walking on eggshells Never helped to instil A moment Last time I checked Beyond the cheque book Of time Into the galaxies
Celious BlancPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRestless
Sleep, sleep Mind without color; Be still, the cradle rocks. Peace, peace The world still slumbers On the breaths of lonely stars.
Kendi StonebergPublished 7 years ago in Poets