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.

Into Darkness
the light is beautiful, of course… but so far from the magic held inside the Darkness. forced loss of sight lets us truly use
By Laurel Parker-Chan9 years ago in Poets
Little TeaaPot
There was a young girl who loved the dark she wore a black dress to match her black heart she went for a walk it was late it was dark
By Anais gonzalez9 years ago in Poets
Like-Minded
Like-Minds, the energy is fierce, too many ears, no problem our lingo, so discreet they won't comprehend even if they hear, the process of exchanging ideas, with a brain full of organisms creating, we never fear, cool calm and collected, we persevere
By Diamond Dreams Movement9 years ago in Poets
The End
Ever wonder why the world is like this? I always hated when they told me "That's just the way it is." If I could change anything, nothing would be the same. From the way people think to my own name.
By Chasity Sosa9 years ago in Poets
Scattered
Deep down, I'm an enigma, I merely try, so desperately, To kill off, inside me, this awful stigma. The brain is like a puzzle,
By Carolina Herrera9 years ago in Poets
Sleepless
Even when deviants, asleep are, My soul wonders in the sky, Walking in a town, I believe is my own. A silence retreats covered questions with an unmerciful despise.
By Val Mijares9 years ago in Poets
The Edge of the Cliff
Drowning I embrace the cool breeze. The thrashing bliss Suffocating each mad thought. Washing away the sin it knows. Swishing the crazed poison,
By I.V. Lopez9 years ago in Poets
The Chapel
None of your friends will know what you did to deserve this curse. They’ll wonder, as they see you through the windows and gradually find they can no longer speak to you; they’ll wonder what such an apparently sweet soul could have done to earn such a fate.
By Lillie the Amazing9 years ago in Poets
Beneath Our Atmosphere
Beneath Our Atmosphere (haiku hour): I. Aether's Night Owl: Heavy wings flapping over the Earth's atmosphere; our Guardian seeks.
By Robyn Welborne9 years ago in Poets
The Puzzles of Life
The Puzzles of life hide the meaning of love Letters scattered on the floor A maze of words scrambled in the subconscious
By Mattie M.9 years ago in Poets
My Cigarette
Sitting in the loo With a cigarette between my fingers Inhaling nicotine And blowing it out in thin air I feel so relaxed.
By Sanah N9 years ago in Poets
The Metronome
We sat in front of each other. On the coffee table between us A metronome. The room full of rustic furniture Leather upholstery, you can smell the age.
By Bernard Aquilina9 years ago in Poets