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.

the dent in my heart
i honestly get genuinely confused wondering where you’ve gone where your mind is at, where your mind was at to have some sense of clarity
By arlene alonso7 years ago in Poets
Scrambled identity
the pieces to me starts in my eyes , the expressions I show with the blink of my lids ... passion , pain , sexuality & controllable sanity . Then the creases of my nose , control substances inhaled without choice , slow drips when disturbance has attacked the feelings ... lips for days ... soft soft lips for days ... kissable & takable... fake & real pecks that either turns me on or not ... the entrance to my trust ...dry as the desert or wet as a sea depends on the way it’s pleased .... chin , round round chin ... stuck right up in the sky to show confidence .... but then comes times when that round round chin is facing straight to the ground filled with Pain ...
By Katrina Smith7 years ago in Poets
Sapphire Sparkle
She held onto his arm tightly. The young boy buldged his eyes in terror. They were undoubtedly safe, but they were undoubtedly petrified.
By Devon Emerson7 years ago in Poets
The Light of Caffe'
I stepped into the alley and the light of day. Understanding, she could be there in May. Today. Devine, hold the key, in the cafe, by me. I’ve been waiting all season by the rainbow sledge, of the idea that came over me today.
By Paul Noel Cimino7 years ago in Poets
As the Judge and the Defendant.... How Do You Find?
Judgment day from thy honor The thought of God's forgiveness A mistaken idea of an outside judgment A Divine concept creates fear to live morally
By Julia Kristi7 years ago in Poets
Soul Dive
Farther we are, the longer we will remain Life, called a gift, by those I label insane. First aspect of life is the commonly shared operating system responsible for functional living.
By Julia Kristi7 years ago in Poets
The Thing That Will Be
For miles all the eye can see is bare crimson earth. There are no sun-bleached trees or tall staggering cacti. No rolling dunes and no tumbleweeds. No rocks either, only pebbles and hints of gritty sand. The only real stimulants are the occasional cracks and crevasses.
By Noah Servant-Of-All7 years ago in Poets
Complicated Relationship
Be me. Be in a complicated relationship/companionship. We expect to be together during nights, but many factors interfere.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
Debt
Debt I make you work. I make you slave and dig yourself into an early grave. I make you tire. I make you sweat. I make you feel buyers regret.
By Erica M7 years ago in Poets
She
Energy is always moving It will find somewhere to go If you can't be with someone Whom you created energy for The Universe will find a replacement
By Salina Brilla7 years ago in Poets
Bald Heads Paint Swastika Love
The Wild West was painted, for me, in old-time Technicolor strips of Faded red and mauve and tinctured wash of watercolor browns and greys--
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Poets
16 Vessel Virgins
She brought me a flower at the front door at the Cafe Corner Store. I have never seen your sister standing alone in a shadow alone. She promises to be siting upon a throne. Now she is at the Cafe Corner Stone. How many more times they have caught her standing there to carry that stone to the shore.
By Paul Noel Cimino7 years ago in Poets