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.

Time Packed His Bags
Peaceful reflections on waters and memories rushed by Dragonflies danced on the swaying tips of goldenrod Hoped and begged for just one moment more,
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
The vision
One day you will wake up and realize everything One day it will be to late and you will wonder what could have been done differently to change things
By Sheena Ann7 years ago in Poets
A Letter from the Mind
Body, You should know that I move you. Like a conductor to his orchestra Like an engine to its wheel Like a writer to his pen,
By Mihaela Vasileva7 years ago in Poets
Water Shortage: 8 Brief Verses
1. Faithful wife Remedy disrespectfully slipped Into her meal 2. Eternal youth A demon's worst weapon Drops become flood
By John Edward Lawson7 years ago in Poets
Spiral
It's loud and booming. You cover your ears to try and ignore it. But it's still there. You can't escape it. It isn't an actual noise you can hear. It's in your head. Your mind forever thinking. A downward spiral, forever descending. You hear the words over and over. They won't stop. You try to ignore it. But you can't. It's like you're stuck. It just won't stop. It just keeps going. It just keeps happening. Do you really believe what it's saying? Why won't it just stop?! Please. You almost a beg. Just stop. Close to escape yet another thought in its wake. STOP!...please... You want to be free. But more yet, you just want silence.
By BrinaBunny7 years ago in Poets
The Theory of Red vs. Blue
What is your retention in sand vs. clouds? What is your scope of derision in kin vs. bending your scourge? What makes you leave with an oar to cane a native, while your fellow sea-bearer's teeth greet rocks? A child takes his goldfish for a walk. The dog brings you a half-dead opossum round the fire. A man gives his baron wife a white carnation. Just because we care does not mean we know how to. Earthlings are no experts on the minding of others.
By R.M. Kamm7 years ago in Poets
spin cycle
the last two weeks have been hell an overwhelming cycle of overstimulation while i try to desensitize myself to the hyper-analyzation via modes of communication
By Marina Whitchurch7 years ago in Poets
You can't purge reality
You can't purge reality , no matter how high you get . You always seem to fine your way back it's always going to be there , that place
By Cassiie Etienne7 years ago in Poets
My End.
The sound of rain spilling from the heavens eases the dying feeling within my chest. I am one of many here today, a lowly procession for the damned and depraved. I can see specters above the milky clouds, dancing and screaming at the same time, waiting to welcome the innocent home.
By Lauren Tyrrell7 years ago in Poets
Snake
Slither in and attack your prey, Unsuspecting they believe what you say, Venom words flow into their blood, A Victory found in everyone
By Sabrina Taylor-Smith7 years ago in Poets
observe:
Dec 24, 2014, 8:23 PM HELL IS A MOMENT I once upon I met a man Once upon I said I can Did not do to shine a light I once again dismiss delight
By Victor Mendez7 years ago in Poets
Complexities
It’s hard to imagine, what life is for. We want so much, and yet feel so sore When we are left abandoned on the lonely shore
By Mihaela Vasileva7 years ago in Poets