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.

Red Admiral
Red Admiral The construct of unflappability, Stiction to remorseless rigidity, The ad-hock adherent linearity, Negates imperfect probability.
By Paul Beckettabout a year ago in Poets
The Beast
Cold hands and bare feet, walking down the lip. Mouth shut, but eyes wide open, No word should be spoken. Nose smells the weight of despair,
By Ina Zeneliabout a year ago in Poets
Boredom Gap
Isaac Newton sat under a tree attentively scrolling Insta with glee an apple fell yonder but all he could ponder was how hot Nick was in that tee
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
The Cost Of Beauty
The Nurse At The Hospital Was Very Specific. “Last Building To The Left, Black Door In The Back”… Knowing I’ve Got The Directions Right Still Hasn’t Minimized
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a year ago in Poets
Father's love vs mother's love
A father loves his children just like fire loves wood, he gives them purpose while burning them down. How much it hurts,
By Mansiabout a year ago in Poets
The Tastes of Rainbow
Droplets of colors fall like raindrops A rainbow of colors scatters all about Hues of vibrant reds, electric greens, soft baby blues
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Poets
Gaslight Horror
Key turn ~*~ Light The lamp ~*~ Without Flowing gas The wick's not damp ~*~ Waltzing down A corridor, lighting up
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Old Library
The air held the scent of old paper musky, fragile, and tactile a mix of aged wood and bitter ink. The heavy weight of mahogany
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Poetic Treatise of Iambics, Pentameters, Nuns, Monks, and Kitchen Fluids (Of Which I Am Not)
I've been thinking a lot about iambic pentameter recently. Such thing that I have come to despise recently. iambic pentameter does not sound like a poetic writing device.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Honeyeater eyes
I have honeyeater eyes, sometimes Diluted pupils wide like the eyelashed galaxies of a giraffe's. Peculiar when questioning silences
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Gilded Desires
A world set on fire By gilded desire A covetous breath You spent so much time taking away my freedom You forgot to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Under Destruction
It was only drywall cut with the sharp tip of your x-acto blade of words wielded like a sword. little fragments of dust
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets