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.

Looking Outside
The sun is a giant purple grape in the mouth of the morning— I feel the pulp of tomorrow bursting, sweet and electric, The sun is a grape in the sky,
By Forest Green5 months ago in Poets
Looking Outside
The sunrise is spilling in ink, Past stars where the heavy clouds blink. New gardens will bloom In a velvet-spun room, As tomorrow turns sweet as a wink.
By Forest Green5 months ago in Poets
Soulful
Something takes over I dissolve into no-one This urge to obey The moment you appear. You drag my nothingness, My hollow uselessness,
By DragonFly5 months ago in Poets
Runway
I came to strut... I came to show off a little something that you just might, need- I am a whole bottle of Champagne, baby, I'm not trying to be your cup of tea - I'm sassy, but I'm handsome, I don't worry about them, because they can't sit with me... It doesn't matter if you love or hate, that's not going to change what's becoming of me... I Am Full Of Love And Light, I Don't Need You To Love Me... Even when in doubt, I walk in the room with my head held higher than a mountain's peak... I am not normal, my love is profound, be careful, because you could get overwhelmed and drown in this sea... I am focused on elevation, a few mistakes, won't stop me from walking... My characteristics are my fashion, designed and styled by me... Obstacles and flaws, shouldn't change who you want to be... One step at a time, is all you need, to walk into your destiny... So sashay your hips, turn your back, and hit them with the hair flip... Let them talk, keep walking the further you get, the less their words make sense...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)5 months ago in Poets
Surrender Slips
I sit within the still of night when the floor has stopped speaking of feet dragging under the weight of living. Cool puffs of air lift the curtain, pressing entry into the darkened room, searching for corners already furred with dust clinging as if daring the breeze to claim victory. Sounds curled into day’s call retired long ago. The dark receives my breath through parted nostrils, mingling with the hint of lime riding in on the next wave— tart, refreshing, let-go. My lids droop, obedient to the hush behind them, leaning into the lavender pillow, toward marshmallow-buoyant dreams wrapped in cotton-light blankets, bobbing in on cool puffs of air. Surrender slips between the grocery list and the pronoun I.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
We Are Not the Same
None of us We are not the same But we all feel pain We all feel pain Born to be different Unique in every way But we all feel pain
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Personal Sun
Here comes the sun— not the burning ball we agreed upon, but a smaller sun. A *personal* sun. It arrives in a brown paper package,
By Aarsh Malik5 months ago in Poets
Midnight Dreary
The other night, while rummaging through my archives, I came across a plastic bag filled with poems I wrote in 1967 and the years that followed. My father had saved them for decades, every page and every version of the girl I once was.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
I lost it…. Content Warning.
I lost it… I lost everything… Hope, Lightness, Support, Reputation, Potential… after the loss that I caused, I could not stop crying-
By Meghan LeVaughn 5 months ago in Poets
Current Situation
The age of reason lies far behind us Stupidity rules today The wise men and geniuses have vanished Replaced by the fool’s arrogant way
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Creature
sing, song, fall along, the edge of the sword, or the world, perhaps because you are bored. Clanging, banging, the soul till it's torn.
By Gambit5 months ago in Poets
Not A Regular Rabbit
It was just a regular rabbit But papa said that it brought him good luck It helped him to conquer his habits So, he paid the owner a buck
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets