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.

Dirt
My name is dirt, I'm no longer clean, I have evil in me, I have evil that takes me sometimes, My past is full darkness,
By Sarah Manley8 years ago in Poets
A Beautiful Mind
it’s like walking on a beach the sun is warm — kissing each cheek the sand hugs your feet followed by the rushed calm waves
By Orin Evander8 years ago in Poets
Floating and Falling
I feel like helium trapped inside a balloon Light and transparent Just floating along with the wind Traveling without a purpose, Inconsistent
By Lyndsie Jines8 years ago in Poets
Into the Night
I lay among sheets on a warm dark night, Eyes wide open, spirit wanting to roam. I look out to the stars, relentlessly bright
By Elisa Brooks8 years ago in Poets
Come Crashing
I forbid the crazy day I let this happen. I should be planning much more than this. This “trying to figure out” thing… This “coming up with ideas to get paid” thing…
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Hollow
Blue blood rushed beneath pale skin breathing against city lights. Orbs of light entangle the hurried bodies carrying darkened souls, chapped hearts, fading voices.
By Katelyn Tefteller8 years ago in Poets
A Story
Let me tell you a story. Of a wayward girl, with stardust in her hair On her face, a map of the world. She walks between the rays of the setting sun,
By Heather Climer8 years ago in Poets
Blue
I grew thinking blue was the best color. And of course, I still do. The sky on a sunny day, and even the beautiful oceans and seas.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Psychic Vampire
The Psychic Vampire. You don’t wait for the midnight hour, to go searching for your feast. You don’t need the pale moonlight for the Beast to be released.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Scentrifugal . Top Story - November 2017.
Green told me he hates you July is the righthand corner I see Wednesday on the side One is not that lonely, but he won’t admit it
By Simone Allenhall8 years ago in Poets
A Cotton Bud
I am herebut notI'm present and I am tryingall the while silently screaming, hoping somebody will notice I amstuckbehind a wallnot even a wall, a hazeSurrounded by a cotton budfilling my eyes and my earsI can even feel it in my lungs, choking on it as I try to swallowto hold it down with everything elsethis is not in my headthis is a physical feelingI can feel it all, but nothing all at once
By Frankie Knight8 years ago in Poets
Adorn
As the stars gaze down upon us and the silent wind brushes by I’m left to wonder and think about this so called “Life.” Red roses and blue oceans,
By Azi B8 years ago in Poets