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.

Feeding
Feed me the flesh beneath that tight suit fabric. Let me dig my claws into those fine trousers And tear them apart until every inch of your soul
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Unsaid Scars
Still trying to convince me that you mean well, So, why do I continue to protect you? Loneliness incased me in this prison cell. But you don't
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Petunias and Promises
Petunias and promises Grow in the garden of my mouth Some spill on crepe paper Others wither before they bloom Some smell of sweet defiance
By Diana C.2 years ago in Poets
My Shadow
Silhouettes dance in the stillness, mirroring Illusions of motion in the moonlight Lifelike shapes twirl and sway Effortlessly
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Seven Letters
Seven letters, yet It can mean so much to so many Long period of meditation and deep thought Endless void of darkness Nothing said when speaking out is needed
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Poets
The Little Family That Could
Title: The Little Family That Could In a small town nestled between rolling hills and thick forests lived a family of three: John, Sarah, and their young daughter Lily. They were not rich, but their home was filled with love and warmth, which helped them face the challenges that life threw their way.
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Poets
The Two Headed Beast Within…
Stoic thoughts and solitude seem the only solution If I care then devastation surely finds it way near Let your emotions die; their only good advice
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Luminous Lavender Libraries. Runner-up in Moment of Silence Challenge.
Silence separates sound from sensation, and is only golden when Imagination invites illumination into illogical illustrations.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Two
On this ordinary morning, after gulping an ice-cold cup of energy, I spot a cautious stranger waiting to cross the street with his best friend: a short-haired dog with stripes on her coat and a gaping grin that could earn a pup-cup from the generous barista around the corner.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
TRIPARTITE SO(U)L MACHINE
TRIPARTITE SO(U)L MACHINE On gossamer strings you pulled me, Entangled in the visceral mind. You really believed you fooled me
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
Make Shakespeare Proud
Silent soliloquies I write, but it’s more like I talk aloud Lonely thoughts spewed at lcds Entertaining myself more than a crowd
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
When I Look Back
Sit here beside me and let’s reminisce about all the stuff we did In the moments before we Lost our innocence Escape into the silence of our hearts and dreams desires
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets