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.

Aurum Soul
Ichor fountains feed freely To crystallize a jaded valley Rising up to a view of peachy reverence Irradiating my vermilion overtness
By Oscar Li5 years ago in Poets
Forget
I'm on vacation This place is beautiful,white sands , azure waters and a world untouched by war. I like it here because it's easy to forget .
By Sophia A.5 years ago in Poets
A Million Shades Of Melanin
Colour. Colour is all around us. From the greens of grassy plains to the deep blues of the ocean. From the first glance of fluorescent white lights in a delivery room, to the muted black of our eyelids at our very death bed, colour will always be with us. Even if one is colour blind, they shall see differentiating colours.
By Nicky Kong5 years ago in Poets
Flowers In Rainbow Snow
Baby boil down I’m not doin this no more Won’t you come around And meet me at the local store We could grab a bite to eat
By Natasha Rosenberg5 years ago in Poets
The Fixer
The line between in-sanity a mark few understand. Some days you’re barely hanging on other days it’s well in hand * Depressions like a monster
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
Reality
When the wood and wick burn, Where do the ashes go? Where does the smoke? The particles become Energy In an infinite wave
By Kathryn Willis5 years ago in Poets
The Elephant Says. Top Story - May 2021.
The Elephant Says that i trivialized its complexion- i saw something i perceived to be worn- and i equated it to my misery-
By Jada Ferguson5 years ago in Poets
The Bones of Paris
I move slowly through these narrow streets, bouncing from one wall to the next one I meet. The cobble stones press up against random bones in my feet, I can feel the concrete-sidewalk in my hand, and I get back up to stand.
By Jef Bredemeier5 years ago in Poets
Prem ["Love"]
In Delhi a woman wears men’s perfume, a chocolate oak growing geodesic leaves that twine like dust particles in spotlight.
By Shereen Akhtar5 years ago in Poets
Nothing But a Gray Haze
I am Gray. My pitiful lifes a tragedy. I wished I was nothing. Miraculously, I got my wish. Suddenly, I was freely floating among the stars, formless, the last of my mortal soul rejoicing… then finally nothingness. Colorless.
By Rebecca Spencer5 years ago in Poets
Colored Bliss
My limbs are colored And each color Gets a part Of my burden to keep. I change hands To suit my work To suit my mood And everything in between
By Ananya Dhawan5 years ago in Poets
Mellow Yellow
Spring has sprung Flowers have bloomed Summer is approaching all too soon. I stand With the bright yellow sun kissing my melanin skin
By teisha leshea5 years ago in Poets