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.

Same Old Fear
Same old fear, in every waking hour, A slip backwards, my heart does cower. It's a fight to move, when thoughts unsteady loom,
By Tracy Toccara6 years ago in Poets
Sandwich
Sandwich For some a sandwich is not a meal It holds you over until something real Others see it as very special Two pieces of bread on which to nestle
By Phyllis Holt6 years ago in Poets
Parley
If it were possible to double his bet Parlay the lot to erase all his debt He’d be a happy man, on whom the sun rose With gleeful delight, expectations arose
By Phyllis Holt6 years ago in Poets
Humour
You trip, you fall, I instantly laugh No matter how small or big the gaff It’s a failing I’ve tried to overcome And I think never more shall I succumb
By Phyllis Holt6 years ago in Poets
Water
WATER Returning to the timeless universe Where I have many times requested all the world's beauties … and its tragedies Where I finally discovered that poetry was a mirror of jazz
By Daniel Benisty6 years ago in Poets
Civilized
When we were born, the world was tough, We were desperate, prophets came. Rulers and saviours who knew, They said, how to protect us - from life.
By Margot Zwiefka6 years ago in Poets
Specifically enjoined for creation
The Great Spirit has White Buffalo Woman Jesus had a kiss from Magdalene King Arthur is defeated by the Dark Fae Bain Sidhe scream death in the name of forever
By susan marie loehe6 years ago in Poets
Starry Sky
Above the head and over all the guilt, I bought myself a starry sky, to look at and smile. My dearly moon, in the curves of cloud, holding the time for hours, I bought myself a starry sky, to shine with it whole night. Can't be so jealous, but I do, Wanna be one of them over there, But to be a perfect star, you have to be broken first. I bought myself a starry sky, to see the most beautiful broken star. Lying on the grass, feeling the core, Realized, darkness is the illusion, real is only the light of stars I bought myself a starry sky, to find the bright side of night.
By Aanchal A.P. 6 years ago in Poets
How Many Miles?
Suspended in the lungs of a moment that refuses to exhale— that’s the suffocation. We beat our bloodied hands against this cage of bone;
By Joshua L. Jorgensen6 years ago in Poets
Suffer for Your Art, Food, and Shelter.
Rows of corpses bloom Planted with loving forethought Green, then black, then gone * * * They found the lithopedion baby accidentally with an x-ray
By John Edward Lawson6 years ago in Poets
To Be Me:
Sometimes it feels necessary to remind myself Nothing in this world is forever constant Like the ever-changing moon, I must be flexible
By Paula Shablo6 years ago in Poets
how the light is carrying me
Interpret the entire scene carefully. Machine learning is underneath. Stay away from the window how the light is carrying me
By Michael Mannen6 years ago in Poets