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.

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stuart 2 years ago
Novaseption
We clownish ones that assume I am me and you are you. I want to drown in the light beams from the stars within you on a cold night where our breath makes ice crystals. The Ultraviolet ambiance Illumin...
Ashley Whitmore2 years ago
Fairytale Lullaby
I want to go to Never Never Land But I have no Peter Pan I'll just take my dragon Kick Jack down some bean stalk Knocked down a pigs house Put the thorn in the Lions paw Dragon ate the bread crumbs Ha...
Keenan Chiasson2 years ago
Something Mainstream
Look through the tiny-window-sky and see a flame broil high and tight If there was courage it might just bite but since it lacks all vision it dies with spite yet the hounds eat it up like daffodils s...
Tony Woolnough2 years ago
Come Then
Come then to me Lady of the night Creature of darkness Who hides from the light Come then Come Come then to me With perversion and lust Kiss me with lips Dryer than dust Come then Come Come then to me...
Paul Crocker2 years ago
Beam Of Light
Dirt clouds the eyes of the living. Darkening of man is appending. There is a glimmer of giving. Because my heart is defending. With a beam of light. A mile of sparkling hope. To overcome shadowing st...
J M2 years ago
Canvas Dreams
Lay still and listen closely my dear The stars will whisper their secretly softly in your ear Casting a fiery wave of flames that spread across the sky Velvet blue rays drifting into the night Golden ...
To A Dog
Through the falling fog You spy a forlorn sight A shaking damp dog As black as night It is small and vulnerable In you arms you bear it Slowly not so lovable But you cannot admit Heavy like lead Fat o...
Awake But Asleep
I close my eyes The day light dies The dreams soon flow, My imagination grows Stars shine and twinkle, In the dark blue sky The moon is all alone, And because of this, I cry. I run across the sands of...
Keenan Chiasson2 years ago
Ruby Fragments - II
11:32 PM - Riverbend Gated Community off FM 327 - Katy, Texas, U.S.A. ~ ‘No, not that sort of thing at all. Imagine these lights, right? Like, on your face for long periods of time, but not to the eff...
Matthew Clark2 years ago
Coarse Heart
Your indelible hand has marked me the most Its song is sustained within me Its thirst is still unquenched I cannot remove your face from my head I cannot live without your presence The streets are all...
hero polo2 years ago
Last Summer
A moment ... but bring a sense, Who never knew how deep, Such as ocean, never know where is the end. When I fall, no one else wants to grab my hand, Gently seep ... but inspiring, And so let me alone ...
Bobby Tequila2 years ago
My Haiku #4
I have a guitar your body is a love song let the music play
Holly DiCorrado2 years ago
Seas of Frequencies
Hypnotized by rolling ocean waves, the dancing fluid invokes me... then soaks me. The warm aggressive breeze, wraps around me. I hear sound say "Let it take you... evaporate you". Now, rising up, stra...
Shane Douglas2 years ago
A Man Forgotten
In the early morning hours of one September day I became God. The self finally vanquished, faded into the void. There in that still space lingered a light which guided me home. Between the waking and ...
Ghost
Part of me is that I remember January my tears are cold. February came and I have given my love to you. March I could've stayed and you would've been my charm. In April I was such a fool. May you plea...
Malena Lopez2 years ago
I Live in Fiction
I LIVE IN FICTION, I AM A KING AND I AM A QUEEN. I RULED OVER WORLD THAT I HAVE NEVER SEE. I LIVE WITH DRAGONS, UNICORNS, AND TROLLS. I AM A SLAVE LOST IN STRANGE NEW WORLDS. I SLEEP WITH DEMONS AND W...
Mo. ThePoet2 years ago
Dirty Bathwater
Sitting in somber, frozen while life ripples around and caresses the curves of lower extremities Pores absorbing thousands of (what is believed to be non-existent) specs of life's dirt that led you to...
hero polo2 years ago
Miss
Every quiet, Each of our own ... Every cold, No wind blow ... The ceiling is not glowing, Clutching it with a dense fog ... No longer can wriggle, Still can not dodge ... without any despair, Because ...