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.

Ebb and Flow
sometimes i feel stagnant, like a little pond. sometimes i feel tiny and very full from life like a balloon. red and fiery hot.
By Angelina All Over5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow Road
I do not wish to fight the current, take me to the depths of the blue sea I will swim through every ocean, till I find the love in me
By Brooklyn5 years ago in Poets
The Reaper's Dissent
Have you stood in the night and admired the ebony void Stuffed between the stars, the black space of serenity Stitching the cosmos together. A boundless sponge and
By Tiffeni Bisterfeldt5 years ago in Poets
Medium
Standing by the river that summer night. viewing the moonlight as a light at the end of a tunnel. made me think of the surrounding as really dead
By Alain junior5 years ago in Poets
Black and White
Sometimes I'd rather that my soul has never seen... The blue of the seas, The orange of the dawn, Even the red stains of ketchup my son put on his
By Cyndi Dale5 years ago in Poets
Chameleon
Widow woman, on twilight's glint-starved stairway, Risking again, that singularly shadowed venture, life. Shoulder-gazing,
By Barbara Audet5 years ago in Poets
toskataxia
obscured by pollution nod to mirage ink drinking to fly ill in delusion when water taken in carries the flow of symmetry to the nature of growth and disappears within the paradox of giving all that we have till we're broke and living in the shadow cast by an emptiness that expands each time we slam our heads against the ground like this to convince ourselves we exist
By Borisanti 95 years ago in Poets
A Portrayal of Our Colorful Divisions
Our senses portray elements in shaped concepts molded into our reality grasping structured avatars inside our mind, on a stardust journey
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
Green
The days give themselves to us like babies’ eyes, Wide-open and ready for nothing They give themselves but we don’t notice, we are occupied
By Delphina Wheeler5 years ago in Poets
Black Trans Lives Matter
...Do you take their lives because it's lived different then your own? Do you fear change so much that you feel removing one person could save the world? Help me understand. Because I can not wrap my head around it. Are you scared they may reveal your dark secret? A secret you are scared to live openly like them. You murder the truth you want. Just as much as black lives matter so do trans lives. Our lgbtq community stand as one against those who are against us. So believe me when I say you can not silence us by trying to bury us. We will yell louder and fight harder. One way or another you will hear us. Black Trans Lives matter period, point, blank.
By Ladii5 years ago in Poets
chicken colors
the gutter of babylon night, a dark corner behind the dive the whispers say Listen.. your colors are off vulnerable greens, decisive reds
By Borisanti 95 years ago in Poets
Cocoa Town
Caramel, cinnamon, splash around, Twirl and dance in brogues that are brown, Hands all the way up and frowns upside down,
By Rudi Morgan5 years ago in Poets