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.

Thomas Harrington3 minutes ago
The Lady of The Lake
Fire spread like pollen riding on the wings of wind. Over a pasture plagued with drought. Fierce flames consumed the fields. Clouds danced in the distance. To the songs of an evaporated sky. Dehydrate...
M.G Kynne5 minutes ago
Whiskey Dreams of Pixie Dancers
I once saw light flickering through leaves of a tree, a tree not like the others on the mountain, and would swear I saw a dryad dance amongst the branches, who turned into a wren and flitted away. I s...
Emma Rose5 minutes ago
Dreams
All of my thoughts bloom among the trees Filling my mind with paintings of you and I on a Summer day The way the air felt hugging my curves made me want to sway Dance my life away Dance my life away J...
The Hourglass
Grasping... Sand #VocalNPM
Alex Villona day ago
Both Sides
The beach at night is a canvas for my thoughts to spill on The foam from the waves looks like a couple of decomposed stars I wanna go into the water but I’m scared I’ll fall in love. As the moon watch...
J. Apolloa day ago
When Kindred Spirits Meet
When kindred spirits meet Spark fly wildly Magic is made Angels whisper And the sound of their energy crackles crisper When kindred spirits meet Goosebumps form mildly A bet between higher beings paid...
Ashley Rebecca2 days ago
Psychic
You asked me about my dreams. My dreams are the Aether a telephone exchange for the dead,and I am the operator, the unquestioning believerat least, that’s what they expect. I speak the All-Language – ...
SKYLERIZED 2 days ago
When the Hands Show
They rush like spiders and hold hands, Tethered. The weapons that they use like the poker Let them survive the storm that they weather. Blood spills and the film becomes a soaker. The family employs t...
dee 2 days ago
Tonie
Aisles of colorful distractions I never begged for one, for material things, I knew the answer. "T-O-N-I-E! And sometimes Y!" I cried when I was lost. She never responded to that, didn't think it was ...
Tom Baker2 days ago
Last Call of the Wild Bird
I can still see you, in the prison of my mind's eye, Bedraggled in your great black coat; eyes wide, staring at a space beyond the darkness. Wise and yet doomed (—the last owl in the barn.) At midnigh...
Kz Martin3 days 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 Wayne3 days 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 Mariah3 days 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 Finley3 days 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 Moe3 days 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 Lynn4 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...