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.

BUSINESS
Can’t be doing business with the people Chat a lot of crap…. You can see the nuisance In a bubble What I say my wrap…. When It comes to principles
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Love On The Line
I sent my love sailing To see what I could find Inhaling and exhaling What the world defines Bought into the madness A supermarket brand name
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Rock and Roll Judas: A Dance with Demons
I don't want you and I don't need you A tree makes a forest Give it a couple of seasons You can't hate me So I beat you, I know you won't resist
By Marcelinus Apakhade2 years ago in Poets
Ava
Tangled Ankle length Knotted with weeds Crown Sun-kissed streaked Honey brown hair Smooth Alabaster skin hidden by hair
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Black Fog. Top Story - June 2024. Content Warning.
In fleeting moments, I wonder what might have been. The past forgotten and the future I have seen Now my back is turned in silent ache,
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
My Prayer
Lord Please Lend Me Your Grace Lord Please Change My Ways I Don’t Want To Face Another Day Feeling Afraid, Feeling Hopeless,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Unjust Justice
It’s messed up that we live in a nation so flawed, where defending yourself becomes a crime outlawed. Arrested, condemned for fighting the pain, for striking back against life’s cruel chain.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Strawberry Moon
I took a bite of strawberry moon and spit the seeds as stars. I rode a salmon dressed in peach on a weekend trip to Mars. There I met a fresh-baked loaf of pumpernickel rye,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Following The Fire
* the waves call in the breeze, to the moonlight offering their dance for display secrets they save until midnight where the nocturnal creatures come play
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
You Are Not Your Mistakes
gazing in to the(o)eyes(o) of the watcher the sands of time for the reflection(noitcelfni) the(pain)blood in my(drain)veins, the stains of my names
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Untitled - Part One
Today I wrote a poem using book titles that I liked the sound and rhythm of, from the Renard Press Spring 2024 Catalogue and The Folio Society Summer Catalogue 2024. Both these publications are as beautiful as the books they sell so before I popped them in the recycling, I felt I had respectfully given then an alternative life as prompts for poetry.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Poets
More Than Polite
I don’t want to be a victim in a scenario I created Always bending to the system Because everything around me is related
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets