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.

Under Water
Do you see that? The way the water moves, The light of the sun, The reflection of the moon, The sparkles that show, The breath we can’t take,
By Kaitlyn Millerd5 years ago in Poets
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There was a sky here, a heaven once but no one can remember what she looked like, only lines and colors, like the haunts of dreams still fresh. Still, we talk about it: blue in the abstract, red in the concrete. we speak a Language of shapes.
By Lana C. Marilyn5 years ago in Poets
Winter lost land
I found the lost and gave them a purpose They fallow the light I give off like moths The demons can be found in the walls
By Brandi Lansdowne5 years ago in Poets
What color am I???
What color am I ??? I am not always soft and light/ I am known to bring ecstasy with a hit of fright/ I invoke many emotions when people see me in there sight/
By Wilmer KingSavage5 years ago in Poets
The World is Colored
Perhaps I see clearly. With my left eye, I see cool colors & clarity & distance. With my right eye, I see blurriness & the world is tinted in much warmer colors.
By Yaw Saahene5 years ago in Poets
Purple Fringing
Monotonous day. From mundane to mundane. So used to the seesaw of emotions that this calm borders on calamity. In this light, if I squint my eyes, I see the separated rays around me.
By Yaw Saahene5 years ago in Poets
Colors of my Life
Colors of my Life Entering life yellow and shiny, taking that first breath, crying out my arrival Possibilities endless Creating a shield of silver, protection from others darkness, shimmering in my light
By Judi smith5 years ago in Poets
From the perspective of the pawn...
From the perspective of a pawn... When the dawn hits my iris, my brother Osiris searches for something amongst the creeps at the window. Video widowers, whispering "Oh No...", told me today, "Pawn, go astray," and I could not decipher which shade my chess piece was. Sadly, I gave what's left to gander this person tricked me, frankly. Blankly, under my covers I maneuvered like a Hoover, particles of humans doomed to be unbloomed, dunno who is going to be with the groom. I do not believe in marriage because I come from divorce, of course, and with my trust issues there are not enough tissues to blot my eyes enough everytime I cry. What you all did is a crime. Oh well, I am a total hypocrite at this moment. Looking for a life ending comet; afraid to lose a minute smoking the chronic.
By Kristin Buckler5 years ago in Poets
JOPPA
Have you ever seen the colors drip? Slip off the page, rip out the frame? See I’m a seeker by nature I find bright hues in the blues.
By HOTPINKHOTEL5 years ago in Poets
Survival of the Wicked
I live in your head! Rent free, utility free because of the stain I left on your soul! My revenge isn’t inspired by your existence but by my own! I hated being born! I hate being told how handsome I am or how gorgeous my locs appear to the opposite sex! This is both my strength and my curse! I’ve been called vampire because my looks disarm my many victims!
By Trilly St.Clair5 years ago in Poets
Knots
Knots From my throat, silk ties itself to the mirror, fingers tangle, pulled by paisley, & The Nordstrom Guide to Men’s Style;
By Timothy J Lindner5 years ago in Poets
Colour me in
Colour me in, black and white decisive, headstrong no more prone to unravelling past choices. Remember, leave room for some
By Sara9b5 years ago in Poets