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.

A New Life
Hear the baby as it cries Touch the child, with it's soft skin Smell the echo of a new birth Taste the sense of your new found worth
By George Hall2 years ago in Poets
If they only knew what a women's body do
If they only knew what a woman's body do, would they show they care? If they didn't tread away abortions, The government felt no emotion
By Gladys W. Muturi2 years ago in Poets
Ocean's Embrace
The ocean hums, a low and endless song, Salt kisses the air, sharp and strong. Cool waves brush the skin, soft as silk, Sunlight glimmers, warm like spilt milk.
By Mopsy Meirelles2 years ago in Poets
Caress of Mighty Steel
I’ll-fated and certain, the battle begins with cold, dark stares brimming with betrayal as sun reflects languid motions of heavy weapons.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
Captain
Feet sinking into wet sand while water tickles up to the ankle. Humid salt and seaweed engulf the air. The waves rush through and crash onto the beach.
By Naomi McDonald 2 years ago in Poets
Still. Content Warning.
Depression is like a bird of death spreading its wings Over your town, a town that you never truly owned And you’re only just now finding that out.
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Senses And More: Becoming
* Sequentially my fingers trace around your hardened heart, risking the splinters to feel your hurt. My touch only stirs shivers, so you turn to run out, an unremitting outcast caught up in loves fate-ful drought
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
my story. Content Warning.
this poem is about being your own worst enemy, about realizing it too late that you've pushed away the ones you love and were there for you at your worst, and yet they tried to love you through it. it's about the emptiness in longing for your soulmate, being so close but still unable to connect, and the shame and guilt in knowing that you can only blame yourself.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
We Were Really Here.
Walking through this beautiful place feels like I've been here before, I smell the fresh scent of green grass, taking off my shoes to feel the
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Our First Sensing
I saw you standing in all black in the bike path with a beach chair and sox cap. _ I was beeper at, and sweared at and heard vile threats of
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Unlocking the Dream
Do you do it for yourself? Would it be selfish to chase your wealth? To go after dreams that seem so far, In a world where hope feels like a scar?
By V2 years ago in Poets
Sensational Me!
Listen to the sound of D'Angelo's elegant sensuality filling the room, the slow jam to end all slow jams, as I stand before you all, a simple poet, with simple hopes and dreams, ideas bigger than his station. Call me Eregion's Lord in poetic terms as I let the smooth sexuality of the undisputed king of R'n'B take hold of me. The sound's electricity across my soon to be, well, you'll see, skin.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets