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.

Aquatic Alchemy
In the soothing morning light, water mumbles, a soft hymn of revival, its clear welcome, a gentle ointment for the fatigued,
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
s i l e n c e
Silence Is Loud Even Nothing Can Echo
By Samantha Smith2 years ago in Poets
S.I.L.E.N.C.E.
screams that can’t be heard in the emptiness of the night, lost in the abyss, even echoes begin to die, Nothing spreads across,
By Samantha Smith2 years ago in Poets
Love Blind
If I could tear you from my flesh What parts of me remain Until none of you is left Cleanse the marrow, clear my brain Rip the memories of desire
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Silent Indications
Silent Intentions Linger Expectedly Nearing Closed Emotions
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Arrangement
The Arrangement I find myself prostrate once more, Life’s burdens casting me to the floor. It’s not the first nor will it be the last,
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
"Listen"
Shh...be very quiet If you listen, you will hear, the low and steady endless rhythm it keeps Never ceasing, for if it did
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Poets
In the House of Shadows
In the house of shadows where the air hung thick, With the scent of decay, of dreams turned to ash, I dwelled in the corners where light dared not tread,
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Poets
First Love’s Rite Of Passage
Salty are the tears that etch tender paths down the fragile flesh of the Innocent Lacerated voices once exuberant, silenced forever
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Raft
I float on love raft for you. Through raucous river rapids, and over waterfalls. Lend me rainbow palette, to paint your portrait’s praise.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Silence
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Smiling Faces
Smiles come easy when you aren't privy to what Is said in your absence Lips curl and hush, fading into amiable dispositions
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets