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.

Window Pane Reflection
In youth, inverse voyeur, I watched the world; aperture, akimbo legs, a hurdy- gurdy head my camera obscura. Unpinned, black holes for eyes, the world when flipped
By Kevin McClintock7 years ago in Poets
Feel Alive
As you sit underneath the breathing trees And as your soul is caressed by the smell Of sweet mangoes married to the tenderness of the breeze
By Kito Pefer7 years ago in Poets
Vagary
They say to just start writingAnd the poem writes itself.A vacant smile hides the upset that the poet really felt.And they may only celebrate your work and Hold it high when you are deadBut you'll never break the status quo If you keep it in your head and...
By Sea High7 years ago in Poets
Life of Thou Life of Us
What is this im seeing, I think i ought to be dreaming The marginality of reality Which is the same for everyone but not quite actually.
By Mathias Carassus7 years ago in Poets
The Pain of Him!
It was not too long, too near since you left In my selfishness I wanted you to stay, stay I have to let that go, we are all to go
By Pamella Reid7 years ago in Poets
Heart of the Storm
On the cusp of the horizon, scattered storm clouds collect moisture in a rose like pattern, as a shutter of light flashes-
By Michael Giglio7 years ago in Poets
Unwrapping
Tendrils lovingly wrapped around Slowly tightening that which bound Needing the force to come detached Allowing the natural eggs to hatch
By Dorn Simon7 years ago in Poets
System
You think you have The answer? There's nothing here But time, Headed where I'm Going? You've run into My grind— Running thru my
By Ron Walker7 years ago in Poets
The Struggle Is Real
The struggle is definitely real.... Working extra hard and not getting anywhere has me not knowing how to feel.... Complete strangers don't hesitate to stare with true disgust.... This atmosphere makes me walk around wondering who I can and cannot trust.... You have to be careful when living out here in the street.... You never know who you can cross paths with or who you can meet.... You see the devil comes at you in every color, shape, and size.... You better choose wisely on which vessel you decide to despise!
By Charles Zitzow7 years ago in Poets
Failings of Man
Failings of Man Perhaps it’s pathetic to a degree That her coy-ness has sprung me In vigor and esteem The old wise man’s caution
By Jordan Williams7 years ago in Poets
The Drowning Rose
Have you ever seen a rose drown in a pond? Have you seen how at first it still holds on? It sits at the top while its surroundings try to bring it down,
By Violet A7 years ago in Poets
Ironic Recipes
I know a lot about knowing nothing. Found all I needed in all I lost. I'm letting go of holding on, cause I’ve built foundations from hanging castles. I’m excited by numb faces... I speak to their silence and jump like I hear replies. While you ask rejection for a dance cause the steps of acceptance are too predictable.
By Henry Wellington7 years ago in Poets