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.

Autism
AUTISM I am just a little boy, you will notice when you look But people often judge me like life’s a hard bound book What they cannot realise, and what they do not see
By Vicki Lucas6 years ago in Poets
It's really funny
It’s funny, almost like a movie. The 2020s’ been a trip and life’s sort of going to hell since this motherfucker screwed me.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
march2020
march2020 I will emerge from darkness/from the cold lewd of anger/at what is lost/Let me bask in the light of the sun/while the heat of the day burns this husk of dismay from my soul/The cold of purgatory/ slams its gates upon my frozen limbs/as I return to the land of life/in honor of that which deep is buried/Your footprints remain/I will bask in their presence/bathe in the glow of their memory/in/the midst of their sorrow/I will taste of the moments/savor wondrous laughter that lights up our spirits/the beacons of hope visible in waning dusk
By Victor Mendez6 years ago in Poets
The Epitome of Stillness
the epitome of stillness is not nothing nothing is really full of thoughtful thoughts thoughts you never wondered wonder wonder you won't ever venture to live alive
By poetryinwaiting6 years ago in Poets
The Bridge Near Memory Lane
I tread in the rain Amongst grainy terrain I'm passing the fork Brought forth to the bridge Betwixt love and despair Dreams that I don't care for anymore
By Izra Rudolfo6 years ago in Poets
The Gallop
From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today's prompt, write a control poem." The Gallop I always like a sonnet’s formal flow
By Christina Perry6 years ago in Poets
“PARANOIA”
Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck are you here?........ your presence chokes me like poison. You are intertwined with every outline of my existence. You invade my mind like the wet pussy of a virgin being penetrated for the first time. Let me rephrase, in case your mind is bound. My pussy may be wet at times but the only virgin I’m speaking on is my mind.
By 6 years ago in Poets
The Dollhouse Demon
The flowers bloomed Not a hint of shadow Toucher her clear Skies and ever-bright sun Doubtless eyes Saw a pure reflection of the
By Pranay Mishra6 years ago in Poets
The Point of Moments
Some moments, you remember forever. But how long is forever in our memories? Until we cannot comprehend our past highlights no more?
By Grace 6 years ago in Poets
don't understand
Maybe I just don’t understand My cards were dealt, can’t read the hand Connecting stars that don’t align I want them to work, say give it time
By tyler6 years ago in Poets
R A W
Moons out again Sleeps my enemy Not my friend Left to my imagination Without a weapon Any protection Darkness thick like molasses
By tyler6 years ago in Poets
Raunchy Chance Encounter
I met him at a bar, completely unseen He looked from out of town, not of California scene Looking into my eyes he told me what he wants
By Preity Randhawa6 years ago in Poets