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.

At Carnival
Gentle leaves blow across Autumn yards pale as bone grass crunched under boot, and acrid smoke belches from old barrels full of newspaper and dry twigs.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Poets
79 Words and Perfect Fear
Daffy Duck launched a tunnel to the sky --Babel, Babylon, "Intolerance..." (Legend of 1916) He gets going through space and time,
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Poets
The Reason
Everything happens for a reason No matter the place, no matter the season Everything happens to work for the good Though it always seems it is misunderstood
By Kaci Wallace7 years ago in Poets
Human Inventiveness
Do you want a miracle? One that makes The custodian CEO and all The patients their own doctors? It would take A small person to become eight feet tall.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Letter to Destiny
Why must you cause my heart to palpitate? Repeating these visions within me as if they’re my fate? But in my reality you continue to negate,
By Tera Summers7 years ago in Poets
Good Morning
Waking up tired Dragging through the day My search for happiness Has lead to some sleepless nights I'm not even really sure
By Miss Mariah7 years ago in Poets
The Whisperers
Through these Trees, I see the sun go Down. As the darkness comes forth, I fall to my Knees; As they come from the trees, I try to quickly throw up a guard.
By Devin James7 years ago in Poets
Many Faces
To the part of me I repressed Sheesh you’re kind of a mess The closer I get to the sounds you make I can see the laps around the track you take
By Farmer Yani Koo7 years ago in Poets
Paradox
Perplexing puzzles my picturesque point of view. So I ponder on the pandemonium in my mind. Pixies,Pyramids,and Pyromaniac Peasants playfully pounce onto my pendulum.How preposterous to think a precise plea would interrupt my pleasurable plague. Problematic phantoms and phantasms. Praying for pillars to keep the pile of propaganda from being postively publicized.Yet we pledge to an evil of sorts leading to an inhumane omen. We are the people who become powerless and victims of prey. Perception in this sense I feel is viewed through a clever conundrum.
By Cascade Hairston7 years ago in Poets
That Woman in the Mirror
Silence creates an opportunity for noise. One that requires an incredible poise. No difference in the weather; there will always be sunshine and rain
By Wendi Wetherington7 years ago in Poets
She Never Knew
The battle was within her, herself and she... The problem is She knows what she wants But she struggles to get it And when she’s a step from getting what she wants
By Debora Osemwonta7 years ago in Poets
Dreamworld
Lost in trouble when I woke up Remembering what I saw The world I see when eyes are closed The pictures my mind will draw.
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets