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.

Kz Martin18 hours ago
Miss
As the moon resides above my head, where it lives and has lived throughout existence. It sends out an iridescent light that has found its way upon my bed. It knows I have something that is alive, lyin...
Druce Wayne19 hours ago
The Opposite of Motion
One of my biggest struggles in life is doing too much. My passion has gotten me far in life but at times can turn into too much “stuff.” The proper phrase that kids call it is “extra.” And instead of ...
Miss Mariah20 hours ago
Thank You
I must say I did not see you coming But suddenly there you were And I felt kinda like a deer in headlights You made me smile, caused my heart to race Compared to those around me You were a breath of f...
Tangible
physical embodiment seems simple got it it’s more it’s the more. i know. it’s... perfect algorithmic equations of symmetry. infinitely complex combinations resemble beautiful simplicity. tangible move...
Rowan Finleya day ago
One of the Hundred
I always knew I was predestined for something great... Something revolutionary... Something groundbreaking... Then we hit the ground and everything changed... Everything I knew... Everything I grew up...
Lauren Moea day ago
A Peek into a Notebook
gliding across an empty abyss like socks on the oak wood floors I’ll find my way someday but I wonder how far offshore I couldn’t stop or turn away even if I tried because as far as I throw my sight o...
The Minutia of Motion
The spaces we enter are full of energy Jumping, bouncing, floor to ceiling And yet we stand firm, closed and grounded Ignoring the electric movement of the unseen air We turn our brains on and the hea...
Emma Lynn2 days ago
Traveling Rambles
i miss the gritty feeling of crappy hotel sheets, lulling me back to sleep, reminding me - you did it, you escaped if only for a moment, a day, a week, but you did it. i miss looking out onto a street...
1202 Duece Lee2 days ago
How the Cosmos Move
I've been running Out of breath Out of time Out of sight I try and hide For a brief second Only to be reminded Bye Drifting, Shifting Vibrations in the ground My hide is on the line I can hear him Com...
Tyler Skye2 days ago
Astral Visits
There you sat gazing in my direction I could feel eyes locked on me My every move was being watched Though judgment not the goal The way my body in synch Swayed with the dreams direction And you reach...
Symi Chorós (Drape Dance)
There is a dance held in the sky, Too far beyond to hold, for I, With my own ballerina’s limbs Can’t imitate a Grecian nymph. And though I pirouette and twirl, I cannot fly above the world The way Ter...
"Bad Omens"
Months ago, I realized my son would die, and the certainty left me weak for days. A pit in the lower-right of my abdomen, like a hole where all truths must be born. Whenever I have felt such certainty...
William Simpson3 days ago
The Curse of a Writer
This life I've lived Has been hard at times Yet here I stand The ugliness is painful It's pleasures cherished Lessons many Fond memories few Kind to everyone Close to no one At times misunderstood Sol...
topaz winters3 days ago
Points of Faith
When you are as lonely as this, every month smells of her skin. Choose one, any one—February, August, like a vending machine, cards in a deck, you can never come all the way back. The whole damn calen...
topaz winters3 days ago
Before
the miracle of existence is how memory is made half of things misremembered my father in his childhood danced the checkered land- scape of his own intelligence & anger & to hear him tell it now you’d ...
Keegan Roembke3 days ago
My Thoughts on Time
what’s borne our consciousness? choice after choice in an ever-moving state with the perpetual feeling of an abstract dead weight a glimmer of hope is revealed but stays stagnant in the corner hope dr...
Alright
Verse I: As darkness seems to envelope your life Let me be your Beacon Your Beacon of Hope Pre-Chorus: Like ships are guided through storms by a Lighthouse, find my love, my loyalty, while you weather...
Please, Shut My Door
A night so cold and quiet The winter’s early dimming stills prematurely motion and need. Left to one’s thoughts, Surrounded by drafts from windows Creaked open by new excited hands, Throwing the long ...