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.

Marigold
She never says no, yet she takes her own time. Her bridle of strength shimmers proud. Her gait speaks of fineness and virtue.
By Sandra Alexander 5 years ago in Poets
Yellow
Am I defined, By a single line? What color today? If I am unsure do I still say? My favorite will always be, Yellow, as yellow as yellow can be.
By Justine Ruff5 years ago in Poets
Color
I didn’t want to be green for a long long time. I was born yellow and for a while I was pink but I was ashamed that I was pink so I turned myself green because if I’m green at least I’m not orange. But one day I saw someone who was so pink that I couldn’t bare to look. You’re so fucking pink! All of the colors love your pink! Why didn’t they like mine? I tried to find my pink, but all I could manage to uncover were traces of pink and traces of yellow. I am incomplete like this, I thought, so I tried to become green again, but at that moment I realized that I was never really green or pink or yellow, but a muddy mix of lots of colors that didn’t make anything really.
By Sophie Maras-Gillet5 years ago in Poets
IMAGINARY COLOR QUILTED LIFE
When I was sad and little, and feeling all alone I dreamt of green and blue things and the colors of my home Colors then became me
By Jennifer Jones5 years ago in Poets
1655c
i spend hours trying to take a flash photograph of the interior of my ears because they are Different Now it looks how i expect it to except
By Noah5 years ago in Poets
Langston Blues
My mind is manic It's mostly manic But they don't understand it They say it's damaged I mostly panic I'm mostly frantic
By The Bridge Theory Project5 years ago in Poets
Portrayed Thoughts
Amber sights, silent strokes from a still clock… …frozen words, maybe never said, fearful at times to be misunderstood… Absurd
By Noemi Scotellaro5 years ago in Poets
An act of balance
If I were to present you with the sun and the moon which would you presume to be masculine? I ask because I’ve come to know well
By its really good to see you5 years ago in Poets
Colorvision
The colors of the rainbow splash across the bluest skies They show themselves as springtime peeks and in a newborn's eyes They dance across the water and leap through forests' green
By Kathryn Keller-Casper5 years ago in Poets
My favourite colour
I refuse to have a favourite colour It’s a question of insanity. If I could see the world in one colour what would it be?
By Lucy Shirt 5 years ago in Poets
red and blue;
nodus tollens- the realization that the "it" of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore; to realize that blue is beautiful and red is beautiful- but purple is not for you.
By Aushmitha Grewal5 years ago in Poets
sore joints and watercolor paints
the skin of my knuckles is white under pale moonlight and the midday sun. you said I have the hands of an artist who never
By Quentin Scott5 years ago in Poets