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.

Buried Alive
Breathe in the musky scent of dirt as you are slowly buried alive. Place your fingertips against the smooth wood of your final resting place. Pound your fist against the roof of your coffin as the space begins to shrink in your mind. Scream 'til your lungs burn with fire. 'Til your voice gives out on you. Maybe someone will hear you... But no. Once you are buried alive, you will never be saved for no one will hear your screams for help. No one will hear the pounding of flesh against wood as you try to force your way out as the oxygen slowly fades and you realize... You will die here...
By Sui Gizz9 years ago in Poets
Revolution
Pity, the man that loses his own light Chasing the stars in the middle of the night Witness them move, to and fro; so far, so high
By Angel Del Villar9 years ago in Poets
The Angel's Chronicles
i met an Angel in a treehouse once Her wings were black, Her feathers ripped like a pigeon popped into a blender latticework on Her porcelain skin
By Sarah Lovern9 years ago in Poets
Invisible Man Poem
I, not by choice, remain unseen. I am human, but invisible to the naked eye. It’s not a bother, but I sometimes cross paths
By Rakwon9 years ago in Poets
The Autobiography of Swirl
Mulatto; Mulatta Mestizo; Blanca Wedita; Hapa Weda; Half cast Africana; Halfrican Mulatta: Africana, Mestiza: Americana,
By Alexia Villanueva9 years ago in Poets
Assumptions Hurt
Everybody thought I was gonna be fine. I was intelligent, articulate and brilliant. I had a way of shocking and surprising people—making them think etc, etc.
By Rosa Sparks9 years ago in Poets
The Whole Story
The truth can be deceiving even through the sharpest lens A photograph does not tell the whole truth we want to know.... We look at a photograph of family and friends having wine with dinner and it still leaves not a single hint of the liver disease invading a sister's body.
By Janelle Ouellet9 years ago in Poets
E.N.D
Letting go of all the pain I fell Into a trap, With every intention to fly my wings would not Flap. I was searching for the applause but only heard the
By Michael avant9 years ago in Poets
The Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes
Tears have stained her irises Intermittently Blue Like a summer sky Through open windows Or sapphires In the blinding sun
By A. R. Ambrosi9 years ago in Poets
Valley of the Dolls
Doll #1 Pretty, poppy, & flirty wait 'til you hit thirty. All the beauty that melts. Oh, that you've ever felt! Photos & laughter & compliments of youth. Why can't we melt, starting age 92?
By ᏴᏞᎪᏟK ᏞᏆQᏌᎾᎡᏆᏚᎻ9 years ago in Poets
Never Underestimate Reality
Never underestimate reality, Reality hits hard Between your legs! Never underestimate reality, Reality hits hard In your heart!
By Ivan Karamazov9 years ago in Poets
Incision of Existence
I sufficed, beyond the intangible Abyss, for which my memories, could only cease to exist. Of no such place to praise,
By Pro-JEK | re-JEK *9 years ago in Poets