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.

Spots
A patchwork of lilac and amber, A melody of pink speckled spots. They dance around the sides of his cheek like crimson Kites,
By Jason Landro5 years ago in Poets
The Secret World of Go, Go, Go
It’s red they say, And we all know, It is the colour of go, go, go. What go you ask? Yes, go says me. It’s so my go can go run free.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Poets
'The Manticor and the Nymph'
Beneath the waning moon the Manticor trod, alone and lost in his gloom. The forest dark, weighed heavy like his heart; burdened by terrible loss and woe.
By Ross Pelham Austin Lockhart5 years ago in Poets
Dream
I was floating, breathing, completely alone. The light penetrated through the dense surface and made a dazzling display of blue. It projected its marble pattern on my pruny, weightless skin. My hair danced in and out of my peripherals, creating creature-like designs as it was manipulated. Entranced by the beauty around me, I soaked the moment into every pore. I was immensely at peace.
By Mary Toman 5 years ago in Poets
True Color
Black is beautiful; literally, Darkness is deaths Shadows, I stay away from; (Intentionally) White is a glorious color. The Shadow side tries to tarnish with stains of what was Grays.
By Mi-Mi Amore5 years ago in Poets
Kaleidoscopic Fate
Infantile empty glove It is yet a placeholder for Thy future growth galore! Or this joke they call... love. It sounds nice. I could still fill it with greens and you would run since for much less people have stared down a
By Oscar Li5 years ago in Poets
Bubble Mask
When was it? That fateful point when gray shrouded me and distorted my view so that everything and everyone was hateful?
By Heather Cumbo5 years ago in Poets
My Purity
it bubbles from the touch of my skin, shimmers in the light of blood within. my purity can’t be found in the concept of white;
By Nin Lines 5 years ago in Poets
2020
2020 Jamie is making a salsa, yellow corn red and green oh and orange capsicum (I hate the green - repeat special) The kid is interrupting, eating crisps
By Miss Chevup5 years ago in Poets
🌬
A breath Shallow, Cold and glistening My bare chest shivering under the pale Clouds Shining. Snow falling like a soft kiss
By Lindsey Robinson 5 years ago in Poets
not just famous
worry is in trees tonight and life is still unloved like the ten speed in the garage. the moon, gibbous and circumspect, seems oddly
By Thomas Mattson5 years ago in Poets
Blue Sea
Blue Sea I dipped my toe into the milky blue A silky smooth wave A ripple of fragrance with a floating Yellow flower I’ll smile and let the petals dance
By Lindsey Robinson 5 years ago in Poets