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.

Inner-Self
As I clear my throat Clairvoyance A funny word you should say In relation To one’s ability For futures untold But yet
By Noivad's Meops6 years ago in Poets
Arising
I'm human at first And always will be human till the end It was the year 2000 I am 3 years old I want Oh Ah Uhh *cries*
By Bani Muhamad Iyad6 years ago in Poets
My Friends Deserve Flowers
You will find her hiding In the secret places of the tallest grass, You will see her skin glow under the sunrise; Listen to her breathe with the earth—
By hannah michelle6 years ago in Poets
Covenant
I know who you are... your face is indelibly etched on the portrait canvas in my mind Caught between my deepest unfulfilled fantasies and erotic sensual desires
By The Fashion Design Academy Company6 years ago in Poets
Poetry Released
You sat Pen anticipated Pen ready Ink blurring Mind racing Heart beating People reading Love overflowing Yet you die a little
By Rory6 years ago in Poets
Over the Wall
For you it is supposed to be walls surround Keep it safe and sound So I thought But once a trespasser Climbed the wall
By Craycraysusie6 years ago in Poets
Harvest
I love it when the fields laid Bare They're piling bales of hay out there Some of them are round and some of them are Square
By Anna Enright6 years ago in Poets
Ravenous
Their eyes grow weary Enraged with fury Have I ever seen a heart so tainted Your tongue giveth them lies While your grin is revealed
By Geizael, The Great Wicked Destroyer6 years ago in Poets
Grandmas Love
I feel like I’ve just woken from a dream Where memories aren’t what they seem How long have I been stuck in a nightmare Where life is an endless scare
By Tangerinehippiestudios6 years ago in Poets
Surrender
Wishy fishy, lock stock picky pile barrel rider hacker blimpin clipper sieve a tile sauter capsule taker, collect ovule ate a tip
By The Fashion Design Academy Company6 years ago in Poets
The Spinning Wheel
As timeless screams highjack the prying night Transparent hearts are barrelled to the shore. Eternal songs appeal in to your name
By Philip Baker6 years ago in Poets
Australian Colloquialism Can Kill
Today I made soup. Tomorrow, I wish I hadn't. A hearty pumpkin soup is exactly what this dreary soggy day neds. It's been raining for three days straight now and roads have been blocked off, grass lawns seem to be floating and there's birds taking baths in the gutters. I'm pretty certain there are wallabies in every single front yard in my street enjoying these sudden showers too.
By Audrey Wilbert6 years ago in Poets