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.

Better on Paper
All my efforts crumble at The touch of my hand, Everything I've ever set My mind to has Failed within my sight but My words have stuck with me.
By John Preston8 years ago in Poets
The Time Between Time
The time between time. Is it some silly entity that ones mind never thinks of? Or maybe it’s fake, completely fake. Now think for a moment, it is 11:59 pm the very millisecond it turns into 12:00 am, there is a moment in-between the 11 and the 12.
By Miranda D.8 years ago in Poets
Dissociation
Tears stream down her cheeks Like rain falls down her window pane Heart is pumping fast and strong Like heavy footsteps pounding down the hall
By Keisha Wilson8 years ago in Poets
Masks
I fought long and hard to get where I am today. No one knows the darkness I had to battle so far. The storms that some found impassable, I made it through.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Poets
Nightmare Walker
"You're a scaredy cat!" As long as I could remember, I have always been someone who lived in fear. Fear of separation. Fear of the Unknown. A fear of Death. I would have to admit, I am a little punk.
By Jay Williams8 years ago in Poets
Staircase
I see the void collapsing in front of my very eyes. But I always believes in the conspiracy of goodness. So I’ll let the darkness this
By Melina Giorgalletou8 years ago in Poets
Lust
I've been a Lust over the distant fire of your past Regrets A defense of the test which you upon Merging frowns that you stack with the crown you Detached
By Abstract Of The Mind8 years ago in Poets
Awoken
Once again... I've walked through a windy wayward path after all I've been through; sometimes it feels like... I walk alone in the aftermath of the overlords wrath
By Bryan Roger8 years ago in Poets
Angel's Eyes
The winter white angel plays in the sky At the gate of heaven where snow never feels cold She walks and run between the waves of dancing clouds
By E. NATASHA8 years ago in Poets
Wizard Rambles
The genius gamble would be celestial ramble to those of you who haven't handle on your handle. Essentially I'm speaking to but a few, hell it may be that I am speaking to only me.
By Mr. KUTZKY8 years ago in Poets
Parachute
2 years4 months27 daysand 14 hours since everything changed. That's 125 weeks since I woke up. It's 878 days since I screamed.
By Jaime Kennedy8 years ago in Poets
Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall Who am I after all The beatings and intrusions The rapes of who I could've been Am I merely the mess they made?
By Tera Summers8 years ago in Poets