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.

Existence is a Myth
I don't exist today. Today, I am just a ghost Floating Falling My lips move but no sound comes out Time doesn't exist for me here
By Leigh Schilling6 years ago in Poets
REFLECTIONS UNDER A BLUE SKY
As I lie in the sand, my senses are amplified. I find myself in a vivid world taking in all my surroundings. The sun's warmth wraps around me like a hug from a loved one. Warm sand drifts softly between my fingers as I make small circles with my hands. The sky above is such a simple beauty that I have so often taken for granted. Small loose clouds drift overhead in a beautiful dance, and I'm inspired. In this moment everything becomes clear. The great expanse of the world and life itself is at once awe-inspiring and simple. Gazing into the sea of blue above, my thoughts turn to the blue eyes that have illuminated my life.
By Michael Snow6 years ago in Poets
Was it real?
I awaken as if I never fell asleep. The silence of one in the morning interrupted By a brash man’s voice crashing through the concrete walls.
By Annie6 years ago in Poets
The Man in the Tower
There once was a man in the tower. His eyes were as dull as rusted iron wasting away at the bottom of the sea. His beard was white as the frozen abyss of the North.
By Ardere Lyons6 years ago in Poets
Cognitive Dissonance
We’ve become the enemy, Just look at us now... Waited in frozen time, For it to be the same again... For falling asleep again,
By Risa Luthor6 years ago in Poets
Time
I am time You know me for keeping a schedule every single day My mother is the ticking minutes My father is the prolonged hours
By Natalie Fletcher6 years ago in Poets
What I See...
I see him in the sea the rivers and in the streams. I see him speak hear his voice travel so deep. I feel every thought he thinks I know him as you know you and I know me.
By Chris Montray’s Bent Logic6 years ago in Poets
"US AND THE OTHERS"
I wouldn’t dream of adding to your burden. But I know you were there and I know you heard them. When the sky was split in half, and exploded with light.
By William Fröberg6 years ago in Poets
Time: My Friend
Hello, my friend. It's been a while. To be honest, I've missed your smile. Or the way that you move in between all the things and spaces I've seen.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Clocks (the Minutes and the Hours)
Patience Waiting Time moving slowly then all at once The wait is images that grow losing color at the edges until touched
By theJustinCarol6 years ago in Poets
A Knowing
I'm wondering about a thing, An old kind of knowing, A persistent feeling, A feeling that burns and stings. Like putting your hand into a flame,
By Rachel Lightfoot6 years ago in Poets
Dream Demon
I laid in my bed, I'm deep asleep not a sound comes from me just gently breathing. But although I'm asleep I'm also still awake , for I am dreaming and aware of something not quite right.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets