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.
Ingredients to Reign
Edify this clay. Til this body, is Mountain. Breathe life, into Rock. … Breath. Yours…is enough. To Whisper away vices.
The Earth is a Frying Pan
The elements speak louder to the destitute with their thin barriers. Air is a carrier, howls through cracks in the window—
The Next Chapter
I want to write a book about someone else. That starts with the night in your car, my hand out the window, the rain like small pebbles flying backwards.
Jamie RamsayPublished about a year ago in PoetsBed Sheets, Easy Rain
I missed you today. I think it was because I woke up early, after a full night of sleep, to a cold pillow case against my cheek, a cold morning, an insecurity in my heart that feels like sick nostalgia. Snoozing my alarm for five minutes, and then five more. The insecurity that belongs to a new job and not knowing where I belong.
Jamie RamsayPublished about a year ago in PoetsListen to the wind
I shouldn’t have had coffee. It’s day three of this tiredness in my chest, it turns into a tree branch, ready to snap in the wind.
Jamie RamsayPublished about a year ago in PoetsI am waiting like a child moving in the climates of my interior!
I am like a flower swaying on the hem of the season. A wild rhododendron, perhaps, that is open to the scepter of love.
RecipologyPublished about a year ago in PoetsInfused
Body—hidden world: warm blood, breathy lungs, water drunk, venous trees—Me.
R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago in PoetsInfused
Body—hidden world. Warm blood, breathy lungs, consumed plants, venous trees—Me.
R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Mast
The winds of change blow, Snapping the mast of the boat, The mind has no sail.
E.K. DanielsPublished about a year ago in PoetsDrink the Moon
Lady in the sky Swinging her feet, ripples tides The moon was her tea
R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Sky Called Ocean
Crescent moon canoe carrying brave fisherman, reeling in the tide.
R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago in PoetsCigar store Mount Everest
lobotomized, highest peak Drowns out cigar store, Dream flame, wind fall sleep
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago in Poets