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.

Entreaty to the Sea
When your grandmother decided for care and comfort and laid a string of pearls across an ocean it's open depths yawning the unknown a depth you could not follow So you said your prayers beneath cerule...
Undefined
I fell once To my knees All I could see A blur of white and green Holes in my head Holes ripped through my heart A battle of Love Fought and lost Sacrifice on the line Through fractured time A sacrifi...
Poetic Glory2 days ago
Choked
I feel so violated I feel like isolating myself I can't even begin to ventilate All this weight pulling me down Is this my fate How often I can’t think straight May I run away to another state Tired o...
J A Miller2 days ago
Noose
A noose hung over my bed. Hypnotizing my sight. Swinging sharp rusty pendulum. The sharp edge swung close to my ankles. A bleak space clouded around the noose. It swung. It swung. It swung. The noose ...
Em E. Lee3 days ago
Another World
Walking past the door my jacket hits the floor– Pits of lead clatter in its shredded holes While flakes of crimson peel– all my head will feel Til I may lay it down is that cold hardness of metal pole...
The Wooden Chest
When I leave you on the wooden chest, that holds all of your things, I know that you don't mind. You know that your not in the way. I think your just glad I had the strength to leave the house without...
One Yesterday
I'd trade many of my tomorrow's, For one yesterday with you. I'd give my freedom and be a slave If I knew the offer were true. We can't get that time back, and we've got to own it. So while you busy m...
Crystal 🍃6 days ago
Protection and Healing Spell
Protect and Heal Self Let in the light and let in the healing Let the good things come appealing In the name of Yeshua let me see Let the light grow within me Let healing take place Let a smile grace ...
Heather Climer6 days ago
Ask
I asked Silence What was reason Is it the same as meaning? Surely, it couldn't be. This meaning Beating Wild in this chest What reason Would exist To keep this meaning So shy? Do we curl in around our...
Donovan Leclair6 days ago
Forever Daze in the Shadow Mall
Into the shadow mall we go... All the blacked out windows have so many treasures. Broken things for a Broken time in a Broken world for you and an eye! These steps echo down dark hallways always the s...
San Francisco the Pending Miracle
Matchbox marauders about 16th street having left its host whose pockets remain vacant. All joints have been digested. Pocket books fled to a region where minds still produce nutrients. 'Life savings' ...
Amy Downard7 days ago
A Journey Begins
Wind on the Hill A.A. Milne No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It's flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn't keep up with it, Not if I ran. Bu...
Shea Matthew7 days ago
The Rabbit Hole
He peels back layer after layer, once again He now sees within Scars that ache, a heart that's Always been broken Devoid of skin, he finds a soul Patiently waiting with arms open He turns; He's afraid...
C.C. HawK8 days ago
Whisper
I hear soft crying, as I am resting in bed. I can’t seem to open my eyes. The sound of the crying fades away as I hear a gentle whisper say “You’re dying.” In that eternal moment I feel the sense of w...
Chris Gacinski8 days ago
The Stairs
What do I have left to offer? Am I a pig that’s off to slaughter? Well-wishing for a better future Doesn’t make this noose looser It tightens around my neck Constricting and restricting air until deat...
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raegan layne8 days ago
All the World Is Breathing
you're not real, well i'm not either the wax moon melts and we are the fever i know i'm stoned and a sloppy mess but would my heart fit into the hole in your chest a ripple on my cue in the grand lake...
Rob Reidburn8 days ago
The Dream Hunt
The dogs are after me First there was just one, a little slow I stay ahead of it, breaking for the building. But then, in some trees, I see the silhouette of another. It's a pack, and they know I'm he...
Lucinda Lyons9 days ago
The Scurravins Fly to the Moon
Once upon a time Mr & Mrs Scurravin sat on a log They had had a lot of time to think over it It had seemed like a good idea at the time Nobody was around and it was very, very quiet. They started off ...