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.

I Am Me
I am a color that defines calmness, compassion and clarity. I am a tint that provides a sense of therapy. I am rare, beautiful and unique.
By Mell5 years ago in Poets
Dark Hours
Absence of day draws night and night terrors Are my frenemies! Absence of day draws night and my nights are filled with silent rage that rages to the bone!
By Trilly St.Clair5 years ago in Poets
Porcupine Pokes
Porcupine pokes! His quills tantalize the thighs of unsuspecting prey. Cause eruptions in waves of seduction That remains uncommon to what your use to!
By Trilly St.Clair5 years ago in Poets
Dream
Tuck me in and sing a lullaby Quiet the voices and ease my mind I see their flesh when I close my eyes And for years now I’ve had to run and hide
By Vana Kiork5 years ago in Poets
The Imagination Technologist
Down in the blue-green, celestial-cyan of the ocean Mining the marine depths of consciousness A world apart within me and outside of me simultaneously
By Anne K Scott5 years ago in Poets
So Shines the Emerald
I, the May baby… I want everything blue Light blue to match the summer skies Dark blue like lakes at dusk All the ocean’s hues
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
A Cautious Tale.
Spending my entire life safely, I never dared to dream big. Striving to be normal, when I was outstanding. Refusing to commit, I failed everyone on a personal level, yet when the time came I cared for everyone equally and just.
By Hoyt Douglas Battles5 years ago in Poets
Colorful Contradictions
Thou shalt dread, all that red, risk, The portent despair, anticipate; A red rose, love suppose, frisk, A passionate heart, assimilate.
By Anthi Baloukeserlis5 years ago in Poets
Kaleid - Abby, Victoria & Brian
Abby is fuchsia. Artistic and bold, showstopping. She is abstract and thoughtful, Lovely and empathetic, A rule breaker.
By Cassandra Grace5 years ago in Poets
SOUL
fishing with the good bait Bettie's bass boat but on the inside throwing back the small fry because it's really time with
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Poets
The Changes of Color
The Colors of Change What color am I? Born in San’ Diego, with little knowledge of the roots from where my seed was planted! A swift change from the East to the North, drastic in many measures! Evasive, yet forcefully moved from place to place. Young, tiny, confused, eager, overwhelmed, excited to see what or where to next!
By Courtney Battles 5 years ago in Poets
Blue
Blue is the color of my vision Shimmering speckles transcend lucid dance. Hovering gently above. Rising aloft, then spiraling in a kaleidoscope trance.
By Lori Zaremba5 years ago in Poets