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.

Little Black Book
Everyone has thought about the origin of man. The answers have eluded us, that much we understand. So I'll tell you a story
By Gregory T. Paschal6 years ago in Poets
The Death
That smell. Not of death, but of the antiseptic bleach smell that pervades the nostrils from the time your feet step from the elevator. Here you do not smell the weeping wounds of pus or drainage from every body orifice. You smell only the shocking smell of fresh clean linens and clean floors that attempt to hide the decay of flesh. Sometimes you wonder what is worse.
By Kellie Chapman6 years ago in Poets
Futures Past
To look into the future we must first look at the past we must study what has happened or else the die be cast For a circle is never ending
By John Denney6 years ago in Poets
Limitations
The words flow like a stream through my mind, but the minute I stop to think about them they vanish. As if giving them a purpose makes them suddenly worthless. As if reason holds the ground around them, threatening to over power if they try to escape the boundary they forever reside in. The boundary I am becoming more familiar with, the boundary of language itself.
By Auri T6 years ago in Poets
Stars' Desire
Stars align, stars do shine Stars all guide their realm divine. They light the way from deep in space There to guide the Human Race.
By Scarlett Brooks6 years ago in Poets
A Bush Poet
While walking with the human tide I saw a face. A bewildered face. A pallid face that wore no pride walking slow and battling on
By John Denney6 years ago in Poets
The Fish, the Man, the Wind, and Me
I went off to work like I typically do, But stopped by the crick for a minute or two. Most days more recently, I’d started to dream,
By Sarah Mishler6 years ago in Poets
Vicarious
I’m tired of watching paint dry. Those walls won’t tear themselves down. Why lock your self away for others crimes? Guilt got you in an emotional cell, you don’t know what to write on the walls but your body will always reveal. A tear drops everytime yours fall. I hate when my dove cries.
By K. Barrakuda 6 years ago in Poets
Testing the Patience
Grounded into Mother Earth, head strong and full of pride Fighting each battle, no one by her side. In a daze where everything’s a dream and in reality there is not enough
By Shahnee Hunter6 years ago in Poets
For Charles Bukowski
I still expect my Genius to be discovered. Until then, I’m baking pies And scribbling cook’s notes. If these scan sometimes,
By Rose Kleidon6 years ago in Poets
Dreams / Reality
“In the beginning was the end.” After she read these words she closed the book, brought it to her chest, & then closed her eyes.
By Ellie Van Camp6 years ago in Poets
Before your thought
A thought a second ahead The cranes in trees and gliding over dusk waters Golden sky on white and blue marbled keys Playing to the wings lift and wind
By Justin Bedtelyon 6 years ago in Poets