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.

Androgynous God
It starts, the book of tales he keeps so near; A valiant tome of brave and wit combine a heroes life and death to be so queer.
By Spencer Barrett6 years ago in Poets
No Knight
She is an angel in all perception, with black hearts painted upon rosy cheeks. A glance could raise bitter resurrection; A heroine among the weary meeks.
By Spencer Barrett6 years ago in Poets
The Honest Prose of a Drunk
Complaint "If you could taste my emotions, My wounded pride would be bitter, My disappointment sour, And my longing, Like fine wine gone bad.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Poets
Sod south, give north a try...
I was brought up pretty normal by my Mum and by my Dad. Opportunities were given, like the other children had. I learnt to ride a bike.
By Ray Eckermann6 years ago in Poets
For I am now grown...
I woke up in laughter for I am a child. Possibilities endless. Imagination run wild. The things I will learn and all that I’ll know.
By Ray Eckermann6 years ago in Poets
Wrong Apartment
The first one was okay But the dweller of the apartment Would not do anything with him The second was a dream boat But when he showed up
By Stephen Richards6 years ago in Poets
CANCER
Born in a dark shell without a shadow so I'm created fierce. I'm ready to roar! now my vision out of sight. I ain't ready to fight. Life pushed me in heavy. This place too live and this heart beating on my Simba's pride. Body pour through the bayou like fresh streams of Safari. A treasure glittered in wonder. how come I've never been here before. Gracefully walking down my brand new. I am Warrior, defender of thee castle. Not a soul in view to stop me. I am king, queen, future leader of my fight. Grow stronger to aim higher. Mufasa swinging loud bangs as I glide with pride. ( pride rock) Chest arched ,head risen. tribal flow. 5th Avenue,, Shaka Zulu bounce. Dance in my finesse . Feeling this thunder! So I'm gone roar louder. Village under attack . This scar creeped up on me fast. I'm sick body bruised and misuse. This prey came quick knocking me off my Prime. I fell hard yet you won't win. Came out of a dark place still my light can shine gold. Sick with a nasty Beast. You won't win you can't win. I ain't ready to fight . I ain't ready to quite either. This sickness was never a friend it was a frenemy. Body cold so cold but you won't win. Fell from high. still I survived. I've survived cause I know I can win. I'll win. come harder swing harder than Mike Tyson fight. I'm warrior I don't come to play . open my eyes big smiles. Ready to shine like the Horizon. cancer you shall be beat. I got a lot of life yet. you shall be defeated. I'm stronger.. I'm strong.. cancer you are the frenemy that will never win
By georgeanne maynor6 years ago in Poets
Hanging
I'm hanging by a rope on the edge of a cliff. It took me 7 months to come up here. I cried,I pleaded, I suffer but I made it.
By Angel Pagan6 years ago in Poets
I am Virgo: Hear me Roar!
Earthy head and fiery heart, I am set alight with every restart. The embers of Mercurial logic Which was once ablaze, Make snowflakes of ash
By Rachel Lightfoot6 years ago in Poets
Two By Two
Two by Two we March on What is This new Home we Now live In together Compelled we Are to March on While the Rest of
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Green Screen Rehearsal
Was I crazy to think that with a wink you could take me back to the place I used to dream of monsters wearing green. You said you had seen it before sometime in the summer of ‘04. Being scared silly and acting slap happy as Big Papi sent one screaming out of the park. Fenway at dusk is something everyone must see. If I come clean and tell you what I fear the most will you still sleep with my ghosts?
By Michael L. Martin6 years ago in Poets
Imaginary Friend
I used to have a little friend That only I could see; He told me he was just pretend, But he was just like me. ~ He used to hide up in a tree,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets