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.

Fallen Angel
Woke up in the middle of the night Too hot to sleep I can feel the fires of hell The demons are coming I can already tell
By Bruno Lopes7 years ago in Poets
Summer in the Day
Sweat, breathe, sweat, breathe ax falls, sweat drips, sun laughes. Moon flowing over the river dusting reeds and moss in silver
By Jack Campbell7 years ago in Poets
We Were Magic
We stood in the doorway, Our life was alright, Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. Let me tell you about the lost of love,
By Jason Giecek7 years ago in Poets
The Lead King
Would you name me King At the cost of lives of men beneath me Would you have them Bare me on their backs Kneel to me Bloody in the dust and gravel
By K.B Roscoe7 years ago in Poets
Craving
i Crave something animalistic i Crave something euphoric i Crave something i doubt flesh could dispense. i Crave a love so deep it can only be understood mentally
By Sacred_Kwena7 years ago in Poets
Love Letter to the Ocean
Things are rocky I don't know you You pull so hard and push with punches you jab with salt and kiss like the sun. I'm sorry I'm timid
By cookie foot7 years ago in Poets
Sleepy
And so brother moon sang his lullaby, a distant and cold portrait giving life and shine to wet grounds bathed in mother sky's tears.
By Samuel Olukayode7 years ago in Poets
Twisted Text
On these pages, a story writ’ Not lines of love, near opposite. With wicked words, bursting seams. and pictures ripped from horror scenes.
By Away With Words7 years ago in Poets
A Web Unweaved
A lonely ledge, neath window’s glass, spider spun web from silken cache A solitude, brown framing black, shiny hue and matte shellac
By Away With Words7 years ago in Poets
Finding Me
Little girl, little girl wanna play hide and seek? Seems like I was playing that game for a minute by my damn self. I hid the person I loved to fit the mold of others for years. I was the mom. I was the church sister. I was the friend. I was the good worker. I was everything but me. Years ago when I relocated from California to New York to live with my dad, I slowly lost who I was. Ya see in high school I was fearless. If you said I couldn't, I did it just to say.."Now what punk". Lmbo. I struggled through set backs, trauma, rejection, and so much more. My life was being taken from me faster than I care to admit.
By Toi Potts7 years ago in Poets
The Grass Temple
The Grass Temple There is a door in me; through my wide yellowing pelt of hoary sedge-hair you may spy it, but not if you come seeking. To those who seek, that door is shut and sealed against a motive formed before you knew me well, before you had seen by bramble barbs and the wild, clawed things that weave their desire paths through my own wyllt and slough and call me Home.
By Penny Blake7 years ago in Poets
Deadzone
In the land of the lost and broken Stands a man, a token Born brave, the chosen Among the slaves that still remain Trapped in a false paradise to this day.
By Obi Abassi7 years ago in Poets