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.

BUTTING HEADS
Didn't hide. At least, tried. My value is right. So, put up a fight. Tried moving the needle. They wheedle. Numbers correct.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Writing Whoas
A poem inspired by a comment After reading Writing Whoas Thinking of all my personal Joes Where are they? Nobody knows This is my new favorite webcomic
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Tied Together
Soul tethered to mine, coasts apart but still entwined If I can feel you — I know you feel me too You have family while I have this body
By Jeremy Knowles3 years ago in Poets
Come with me...
Come with me To a place By the sea Where the sun Shines high above And the sand Is so soft Under your feet take a moment
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Skeletons In the Closet
There are skeletons in my closet. There are monsters under my bed. There's blood on my hands. I don't fully understand what's going on.
By Jasmine Harris3 years ago in Poets
Spice Of Life. Content Warning.
Anger is a potent spice. A pinch wakes you up, Too much dulls your senses. Keep that in mind. Let it guide your adventure.
By Jasmine Harris3 years ago in Poets
Window of Uncertainty
Red blush in sky Mirrors my fear Mote in my eye Begets molten tear A pain of glass A shard of lonely Here above Looking down
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Fight the Darkness
once the darkness starts to rise in me, there is no stopping the onslaught when all positivity and hope are replaced, with the neverending shadow
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Lawlessness
And there, the law became blind Laws long hands now tied behind Then bribes became common People assassinated after a dime
By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Poets
Whispers
Whispers creep gently across the night sky like a quiet marching band that plays a tune that sounds oh so familiar but you just can’t place it Like a blanket enveloping the stillness only to come crashing down. It’s time.
By NJ Reed3 years ago in Poets
La dolce vita
Oh bored and tired muse of mine, Let’s talk of horizontal wine, The wine as red and thick as lust, That, just like lust, we simply must
By Vadim Kagan3 years ago in Poets
Whispers Beyond The Glass
Hey there, guess what happened to me this morning! As I was still cozy in my bed, I heard this tiny but persistent buzzing sound coming from behind my blinds. You won't believe it, but there was a bee! The sun was shining so brightly outside, but the poor little thing got trapped somehow. I couldn't just leave it like that, so I gently lifted the blind, and what a sight it was! The bee was buzzing and fluttering with all its might, hopping from one pane to another, desperately trying to find its way out from that temporary prison. It was such a captivating scene; a true moment of inspiration struck me.
By Barry Hake3 years ago in Poets