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.

PULL THE PLUG
World Is hurting & they’re smirking They could really pull the plug…. But I’m working & I’m lurking All they wanted was a hug….
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
Life Sequences
My humble entry into yet another great Poppy challenge. Looking forward to seeing what everyone else creates! * Accusations as big as bullet holes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Flowers. Top Story - January 2024.
On the day that I died, I felt a sensation like floating through the air. A strange feeling; my mood had changed. I no longer had a care.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
Odysseus’s Plea
A weary wine-dark sea, stirred By our ship’s restless keel and prow Were it not for a journey deterred It’d live and die to never be ashore
By Octovo Libra 3 years ago in Poets
Leaves on the Ground
Clouds of smoke in the air. A bird with a stare. A leaf on the ground. Take a step, mon frere. Don't let trouble weigh you down; heavy is a frown. What weighs heavier than gold? False reason. Be proud. What lasts in the day doesn't last in a year; false perception between your ears.
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Still...They Carry On
Creating beings who Exude chaos is their life’s work Forcing ideas that seem unimaginable Reimagined as real foes Bent on progressing ideologies, so bold
By Creator RaShiDa AliYa RedFeather~EL3 years ago in Poets
Hope
I wish there’s a hope, My hopes will be more worthy. I can reach it now.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
The Hummingbird
Are you that little hummingbird? The one with the hazel colored plumage and the energy of youth. Wouldn’t it be nice to know that when you shuffled off your mortal coil, your story was not yet done. Reincarnation, yes, surely that’s right, right? If not for you, then for me. So that when I find myself on a dusty path on a beautiful blue sky day , and up ahead I spot the captivating dance of a hummingbird sipping from the red and purple wildflowers, darting to and fro and in and out of the foliage around me, but never straying too far; can I assume that it’s you? Always moving forward, often times guiding, sometimes forging her own path. Yes that seems like you. Although the vessel that carries you has transformed, I have to believe I would still sense your soul.
By NJ Reed3 years ago in Poets
Dinner is Served
Spiders, Snakes Roaches, Bats Crows, Ravens Vultures, Bats .... Scritch, scratch Crawl, slither Rasping tongues Gnawing hither
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Don't Worry. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
Silently, metal shatters the window beside my bed, piercing the flesh of the little old woman who watches me sleep every night.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Poets
Open Sky Heart
It went off with a bang. Bullet holes opened their fanged mouths in my chest As the rest of me curled backward in open-mouth shock.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
That Sound
When the last whimper of defeat exhales The final blow that lands, succeeds The last rejoinder goes unanswered You will hear that sound
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets