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 Demon
Within me there's a demon, I do not know his name, He never seems to go anywhere, He never seems to change, Quietly instead watching,
By Wyn Vrielinck8 years ago in Poets
Signs Everywhere
I can't stop seeing signs everywhere - signs I can't interpret, and they're crushing my thoughts like pills and muddling them together into indistinguishable bits of desire and confusion and pain and wanting more and more and more.
By isa bel8 years ago in Poets
Trips in My Mind in the AM (Ch. 2)
Prayer I glued my eyelids together this evening And though the creases looked stressed My third eye ironed out as I breathed in.
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
Growth
I supped in the bowels of society and dined with the beggars and thieves, but made a promise to one who was honest and told me I shan't stay there, that I shall overcome my demons and I shall sup at the table of the rich and wealthy and that my mind shall no longer grow hungry, I overcame my plight which had brought to light a dream lit by the fire that burned within my desire to grow and now I ride that dream I won't go back everything has changed and my old life was nothing more than a dream
By Mark lewis [bitwima]8 years ago in Poets
Solitude
Solitude, My best friend No greater joy I have found in any, other than you God's truth I speak, for all my words are true
By senmial8 years ago in Poets
12/09/18
A circle of half-familiar faces lay around me like a sky of blankets on a cold day. My hands talk alongside my mouth as my eyes jitter within my head -
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
The Gap in Between
It is a voice in her head, all day posing the questions that replay Not why, but what makes it stay if only one knew what to say
By Ashley Tong 8 years ago in Poets
Life
Sun is rose up, birds chirping and mother. Pancakes and Xanax, Clamouring for a dose of serotonin, Cigarettes and crushed leaves,
By Waverleigh Rose Garlington8 years ago in Poets
You Know That Feeling
the feeling when you are there but not there here but not here never never here you have thoughts tearing at your inside
By E J8 years ago in Poets
Through the Eyes
Pure truth lies in the eyes, For the eyes are not a good artifice. They show true emotion, When our words purposefully mislead.
By Tessa Canaday8 years ago in Poets
Assassins
Past whispering fields of corn and wheat, And sleeping haystacks piled so neat, Silent footfalls by padded feet, Measured breaths in time with heart beats,
By Stel Tsolakides8 years ago in Poets
Check Me in with Dr. Freud
Notwithstanding the morning sky crystal clear and ever so bright Was it the sound of a million sighs in that despairing grey matter of mine
By Ashley Tong 8 years ago in Poets