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.

Dear Friend,
The reason I forgive you, Is because you are not perfect. You are imperfect. And so am I. All humans are imperfect. Even the man outside my apartment who litters.
By Mark3 years ago in Poets
Team of Two
It's you You and me It's me Me and you You - with you I know love Love - the who Who I love - you You - the why Why It's you I love
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Glass Fields
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Glass chessboard is a bridge across the mountain river. I carry you in my arms over transparent fields
By Maximilian G. Wolf3 years ago in Poets
The night
But oh the stars * and arms of ocean the hill side of shoulder the jaw of ridge The mouth of river it's silver strands of flow
By susan marie loehe3 years ago in Poets
Living on the edge
The edge, You ever feel like you’re living on the edge? The red bubbling anger fills up inside me and starts to rumble. Why do I deserve this? Why do I feel the need to constantly push the people in my life who simply DONT want to be there? Mom, I’m sorry but your a peice of shit for not texting me and asking me how I am throughout the years we missed, my situationship- How dare you make me suffer day in day out without you knowing how badly your stringing me along. I feel as if I’m on a leash and you’re dragging me on the concrete like some old disheveled bike you don’t want anymore. What is this life? I don’t want to be in pain anymore? What is this? I constantly find myself lying in acid, yet to scared to move away from it. So it drives me to the people that don’t apparently want to be in my life?
By Dnp_happy3 years ago in Poets
Rats. Content Warning.
Rats. A man fell asleep, rising up, job half done, with a crack pipe in his hand. I couldn’t fall asleep, so I tore it all apart.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
Change
Through the days and long nights worked I see sessions that twerked The lessons of life I almost lost For God gave me the cost
By Blake Robert3 years ago in Poets
Always The Wonder
I hope you’re laughing, wherever you are. I hope that the sun is warm on you and that the light is getting in. I’m having dreams about your face. About your children.
By Sophie Colette3 years ago in Poets
Silence
As a child, I was always labeled as the “talkative” one. My mind, so eager to share the ideas it had proudly created, caused my mouth to never stop moving. This got me in trouble at times, but it was always the same- such a bright young girl, love her spirit, etc. etc. etc. Even when I hit the lowest point of my childhood at the age of 11, causing me to go on medication to improve my mental health, I was still talking talking talking. While my mind was dark, it was still bustling with life, albeit a little less than usual. I switched schools (by my own decision,) changed my life, and improved. The childhood innocence was back, talking talking talking. I made a reputation for myself as the loud, outgoing leader. I made many friends easily due to my ease of conversation. And for many years, I was thriving.
By Surender Singh3 years ago in Poets
Dream Envy
I envy you your silence. My dreams are full of mad carousing. Some pad softly through my sleep while others seem the children of goblin fruit,
By Megan D. Robinson3 years ago in Poets
Absolute Kelvin
My words freeze and clatter against the sidewalk. I could believe my blood reversing its magnetism, making flight possible.
By Megan D. Robinson3 years ago in Poets
I Sleep With Dragons
I sleep with dragons no one else can see. They breath truth into my ears with soft exhalations, holding me in a scaled embrace,
By Megan D. Robinson3 years ago in Poets