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.

New Years Deal
What a wonderful way to welcome new year's day. We all have a drink in our hand and listening to a great band. The only issue so far is the strange man by the bar. He has been watching my friends and I all night with a death glare, making us uneasy I walk up and say something cheesy. Mr do you need a camera, I say with only a off putting stare as a reply yet I notice he has only one eye. A strong feeling in my gut says this isn't right, but I play it off as I join my friends we hear a loud sound. At first with all the screaming and yelling we thought the ball had dropped, till I looked at my watch and see it's still an hour away. Another sound went off like a bang and with people in a state of cower, I look in to see by surprise that guy had wings and some kind of power. His hands were glowing red as he stood on a body claiming it's soul, he caught my stair only to meet with a coal like glare. As I was frozen in fear all I could hear was the blood dripping from his mouth. He spoke words that shock me to the core even more than the gore “ The Devil has come to collect and with me only a demon that leaves you the suspect” I was in disbelief. Once the ball dropped everyone around me lifeless and cold on the ground. When the cops came they did buy what I had told yet all I can think of was their souls had been sold.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Dark Depths
I placed a foot into river It was dark and it was deep Yet rich it was for I could tell To quench my thirst, I had taken of its waters a measured sip
By Olawale Lawal8 years ago in Poets
Celestial You
Celestial peace You and I entranced in the moment Solidarity in togetherness Sensational orbits, We create as our bodies intertwine
By Sydney robinson8 years ago in Poets
Angels
I saw places so dark and filled with light. I’m Autumn, the woman who saw the difference between living and dying. I was walking down the Time Square streets of New York and I could smell the street vendors and see the people crowded in line for their food. I wanted to grab a bite as my rumbling, grumbling stomach went on, but I almost forgot I came here to meet my boyfriend Marcus. He just came from his business trip from a very hot Australia while I was here in the cold. I still wanted to see him through. I walked over to my bus stop and I saw a huge roach go across my feet. I tried to kick it off, but as I doing that I heard the loud sound of my bus coming. I started to run to catch my bus, but the last person went on. The doors slammed shut and the bus drove off. I sat at the bus stop, put my earphones on and listened to my favorite song by Sia-Chandelier. I waited and waited and waited and I slowly became impatient. I waited for the nearest taxi to come and I yelled “TAXI!”. Despite the speed, I got in the car. I told him my destination, “Third Ave please.” I was watching the news and I heard about a crime that was committed and how the guy could be anywhere.”Crazy right?”, I said to the taxi driver. He didn’t answer. He went a little faster. I looked out the window and saw my street. I then saw Marcus and we looked eye to eye. “Stop please.” When I heard the taxi driver honking, I looked forward and saw a big truck charging towards us. That was the last light I saw and breath of air I breathed. That’s when the end came for me. I woke up feeling a cool breeze against my bruised skin. It was the most intense pain I’ve ever felt. I saw a hall that looked like it would go on for an eternity. As I walked, I began to see a doorway. I opened it. I saw Marcus holding my pale white hand. I cried knowing I was dead. I wrapped my arms around him and I felt the wind pulling me back into the distance. I heard a voice, “Walk to the door of heaven.”. “How?”, I asked. I looked at the door. I opened it and every step I took was a year that I saw the the lives of my family. I saw Marcus and he was on a date with a very pretty lady and I smiled. “I will always love you.”, I said. I looked back as I walked and I saw a light coming from the door. “Welcome to Heaven.”
By Gia Perez8 years ago in Poets
Vanilla Twilight
I used to think vanilla twilight was just a colour, a way to describe a sleep deprived appreciation of what I once knew, now a thousand times more interesting.
By Lakshmipriya Arunachalam8 years ago in Poets
Words
Words are sneaky, deceptive things. For some, they seem to be perfect, always managing to be wise or profound.
By Taylor Levin8 years ago in Poets
Motherflow
The Mother Bleeds. Bleeding through this aching and resisting vessel As a not so subtle reminder of the sacred power and gentleness that flow
By Bodine Waterfire8 years ago in Poets
The Irony of Hell
Now listen to this tale Of two chaotic lovers trapped between purgatory and Hell With blood that runs deeper than any story to tell
By Merle Phillips8 years ago in Poets
Palm
Everything is noise But Not Sound Losing myself Full of emptiness With rainless clouds I reach down, as I touched the sun
By zack jones8 years ago in Poets
Lost Soul
The blood flows like a river after a thunderstorm, the rain washing it down stream. In the echo of thunder you hear the fallen’s screams as the sky's are filled with the lost dreams. My gun still smoking from the blazing bullets and my blade stained red from those now dead. Their last look forever burned in my head, they become the nightmares keeping me from bed. The sight of a knife cutting into one's throat at that moment you become the devil's pet, a goat drinking the blood as it spills. Most would turn ill while I stood there with and evil glare. A dark figure got stare, it was death himself whose path I dare not cross. He gave me a message that my soul will forever be lost.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Evil's Defeat
I have spoken to the devil, I showed him I'm above his level. Something deep inside had been awoken in this pen I have the power. Told the devil to look me in the eyes like a man, no way I'll back down. I took a stand making him look like a clown. Took evil to the ground, demons all around. To my surprise help came from the skies as the devil's corpse lies. You'll read of this battle in books, it will tell all even of his heart I took. The angels had a worried look for the demons did not attack them, for they were within. Heaven was left in a rattle, evil was slain like cattle.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Drowning in Blackness
I am sat drowning unable to breath looking around I wonder how it could be? Life seemed so perfect I seemed so happy but then things changed and I am in darkness.
By Author Billiejo Priestley8 years ago in Poets