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.

Energy
Forbidden energy, You flow down my spine, And charge up from my feet, Forever synergy, Expanding through my mind, Invading every thought I keep,
By Dré Xavier8 years ago in Poets
Hide and Seek
A little girl sat in a corner, while her mother continued to ignore her. “Maybe I was bad,” the little girl thought, but when the doorbell rang, she thought,
By Jade Mautner8 years ago in Poets
Stars for Crying
Under the seductive, scintillating stars of night, through sadness of heart so weary in fright, by tears of cold and stories untold, heartbreak can look upon - look for the soul so bright - shining in the sky of beautiful light, where stars supine, like tree's of pine, so high and thrusting in midnight cry.
By Frank Kemble8 years ago in Poets
A Passing
Birthday blue, black and fizzling like the city lights sizzling and trickling off the rooftops – to the sounds of rain, so wild wet, round, and glistening down;
By Frank Kemble8 years ago in Poets
Seventeen Seventeens
(1.) "You Can't Take It With You." all you can take is what you gave of yourself for nothing in return (2.) "FATHOM"
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
Polarity
Polarity is the karma that is life. Cause and effect a must, in this world of infinite possibilities. Light could not be complete if there is no dark to compete.
By Colorinstars8 years ago in Poets
Awake
If it wasn't for rest we would be dead, so we spend 33% of our lives sleeping, a significant number of us imagining. An expansive piece of our presences are spent in the otherworldly domain, awakening to backpedal to envisioning once more. I haven't been resting, so I haven't been envisioning, however I'm attempting to avoid laying down with evil presences. What is the purpose behind this current ascending from unmistakable drop, where need nullifies reality and my subliminal stays spent. I don't know... I woke up as a general rule from a fantasy that appeared to be tolerable. I separated a casualty from a thought cemented in concrete. Damn, I realize what happens when I dream, I dissipate from my vessel. - Summer Moon
By la petite8 years ago in Poets
Mary'$ Jane
Mary's Jane, how can I ever explain, the ecstasy I feel after her kiss, it's like smoke in my veins, she doesn't let me lose control, but her indica shows instant love to my brain, her sativa elevates me to create, I mean inspires my creative soul, I guess you have to be a true artist to understand.
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
The Eyes of the Golden Records
Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub… Houston can you hear me? My heart is still beating! The Pale Blue Dot Gleaming so perfectly …Out of reach
By Alyssa Luongo8 years ago in Poets
Dracula Remains
The darkness fills the room, yet I do not fright for I have a great sight. A past life comes to sight, for he only awakens in the moonlight. He is the first child of the night, his wings give him flight.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Resonance
A soft ripple shifting beside us inside time outside mine creating slides falling downside up and out-lifting slipping seconding
By Seb Reilly8 years ago in Poets
The Veil
The veil is something that many question but few understand. Imagine life as a stage and we are the audience. An empty stage transforms life into simplicity; a loop.
By Niko Ciroc8 years ago in Poets