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.

The Path of Totality
Eroding tireless queries, the layers regenerate, as does the crustacean's secret. Lifting one’s head above the horizon, unworthiness acclimates;
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Poets
Shared Dreams
Shared Dreams Won’t you stop for a minute as you walk by, To admire life, this wonderful world, the sky? Or has this world with its tribulation and trials,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Tower Embrace
Laying on a bench, watching clouds all passing by, head resting lightly, hugged by towering buildings, pigeons treated by strangers.
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Eclipse Of Memory
Enemies Claw at the door Like nothing I have seen before I beg and plead, grapple, implore Prepared to lay them on the floor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Canyon Trap
I invited all the demons in and set myself on fire. I sincerely wanted to change so who’s the real liar? A charming fellow once said:
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Scrambled Eclipse
Eclipse corners light in painted shadows entirely Casts luminaries into peregrine shapes extrapolated exquisitely Lithe, in the interim dance - prance, sashay, entangled electric cha-cha-cha
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Poets
The Show
Welcome to where I write Welcome to what sometimes keeps me up And at others helps me sleep at night Welcome to where people gawk
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Lessons
Evil Came to play Last night In the cover of the shadows Promising all that I could want Severing me from my senses Early came the morning, setting me free from its grasp. Reminding me to learn to be happy with what I have
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Seasons of the Year
Winter , Fall , Summer , Spring Winter Cold air , always seeing your breath Frosted grounds , Bare trees , Roads sheets of ice
By Kailee Harrington3 years ago in Poets
Iron in Thee
I like how we as writers Proclaim the distaste for use of such bots Yet as our words Weave worlds You'd figure we'd give more
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Writers Block....Again
Pen to pad Pencil to paper Erase, write , re-erase , rewrite Repeat Repeat Repeat The writers block continues on On and on and on
By Kailee Harrington3 years ago in Poets
StrengthVPower
Strength Versus Power Maybe the grass is greener on the other side; but what if you found by the time you were done fighting to attain the other side, the grass would be scorched to dirt, along with the grass you left behind? Would you still be so eager to cross the line, to chase the dream, if you knew the outcome wasn’t going to be what you desired?
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets