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.

Shining Star
A rare site to see, So, it is said by the old. The brightest of all, With the tiniest shimmer, At first sight. In the midst of many,
By Uphill Mind3 years ago in Poets
The Turning
The Turning Love is mine as surely as hate is mine. Joy is mine as surely as sorrow is mine. Pleasure is mine as surely as pain is mine.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Double Distraction
Dick to dick feels so good if I use coconut oil. Illusions of intimacy, distorted reflections Searching for solace, but finding only distress
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 years ago in Poets
The Dance of Temptations
In a world of chaos, where focus falters, I find myself dancing with sweet distractions. They twirl and sway, captivating my senses,
By Nims3 years ago in Poets
Lost in the Lure: Unveiling the Creative Symphony of Distraction. Content Warning.
Delicate whispers in the wind, calling me astray, Irresistible temptations, enticing me to stray, Seductively they beckon, leading me astray,
By Samuel Korede3 years ago in Poets
A monters
Her eyes is always on the south and a hideous tears always coming from the south. Her mouth is a ground that always tremble and its uncomfortable. Her hair is tangled in her hands and a sharp knife on her nails. Her mind is as mess as a rat finding a chess.
By Maria Ramona3 years ago in Poets
Grandma Got Walloped By A Walker
Grandma Got Walloped by a Walker Grandma got walloped by a walker Fighting with her sister Tuesday eve You can say there wasn’t any fist-cuffs
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Our Universe
In the vast expanse where dreams unfold, Where mysteries dwell, untold, untold, There lies a canvas, vast and grand, The universe, in its divine command.
By Deon Burton3 years ago in Poets
Distraccion
Don't turn that thing on. I'll do it in ten...in tension...intention. Starting over if you need to is ok. You're going to need to know how to do that anyway.
By Jesus Varela Jr.3 years ago in Poets
Neurons
Diffused dendrites dally Infused in intrusions and inattention Scattered synapses fire in sync like a sinking ship in Troubled waters, where tyrants commit treason. Mutiny on the mast of the mind.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Poets
Fake Kiss
Dystopian gathering - two individuals I guess they're together - one's plenty visible See now down the flooring - shades, their own rituals
By Francis L3 years ago in Poets
blazing star
Monarchs flutter from the blazing star. I want to join them. I picture them orange and blue and red- often green and pink, if I’m looking up at my wall. Or yellow and brown when I’m typing on my Mac. Multi-colored and bright and beautiful should they fly through my dreams, envisioning them in threes, fitting the numbers on my arm.
By daphne gray3 years ago in Poets