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.

Tracey Phillips13 hours ago
Paradise
Paradise which means land of many waters falls… The moment you arrive you are showered upon It’s a warm greeting of cum in and let’s show you around. You will have a helpful tour guide that will moan ...
Rielee Flodin14 hours ago
Melancholy
Melancholy, as it sounds you’re the glory while I am the ground. Ashes grown in plants I smoke. Burning up, the weed we toke. Desperately trying to keep your gaze, learning from our lonesome days. Swa...
Gillette Thomas14 hours ago
1911.45 ACP
Everyday I walk past you, your smile so warm others attract you. It's almost contagious, your smile, so radiant. The happy kid, practically skipping to 6th. 6th period was algebra we always had fun. I...
Gillette Thomas14 hours ago
Scars
Who did this to me? Who left me with these lesions, Lesions, an ugly word. Ugly like the burden you left in me. Left me with this cancer. Not of physical but mental destruction. The only high I get is...
Nyctophobia
You Creep into my existence each night Shielding my eyes from the fading light Trepidation tiptoeing towards heart The increase an drop of a ponderous start Silence simulating my mind, a feeling of hy...
RJ Saxona day ago
A Day at the See Side
Looking out the window on a hot sunny day. A wide smile on my face. Were going out today. To a place where my childhood memories were made. Been a few weeks attempting to muster the courage. To get my...
Alex Brill2 days ago
“Why Fear Death”
Are you afraid of the inevitable? By that I mean are you afraid of death? I mean yeah it’s kinda scary. But maybe it’s how you die not when you die. It also might have to do with what it does to your ...
Celious Blanc3 days ago
Cancerous
The colours flash before me Blinding, so I can't see Internally judgemental Is what I smell on your skin So pungent that all I can do is grimace In an effortless hope to pass the time The lines, Draw ...
A. R. Ambrosi3 days ago
Witchling
She didn't know She was magic She didn't know That specks of fairy dust Lingered On strands of her hair How long it took her To realise She could fly What sparks of chaos Could burst From her fingers ...
The Crossing Bridge
There I stood in somber notion. The fog fell between the trees. And as I looked beyond the pathway, My tired eyes sunk with ease. I see the stepping stones before me, The wooden bridge that stretched ...
Nikou Alemi3 days ago
Tarnished
Mummy was there. She was reading. Pearched on our white wheelie chairs. The ones that squeak when you spin on them. Then she looked up from her crusty old book. The ones that drag on and losses my int...
Nikou Alemi3 days ago
Sinking Upwards
It was a wide expanse. Thousands came and went. But to me it was sealed. Surrounded by crowds it was the safest place to be alone. The river gushes past me, I look down at it. A sudden rush of energy ...
Callie Cox3 days ago
The Winged Soul
The winged soul of the body that withers soars above the brilliant lights away from the reality of the aging host it resides. The free love that binds these two together is not just an imaginary thing...
Celious Blanc3 days ago
Breakable
A broken romance A heart saturated in fearful blood Tortured souls whimpering with remorse Nineteen sixties run through my mind Snapshots of spattered ink Engraved in wrinkled fragments Of memories dr...
Ron Gunz3 days ago
Where Am I
Wherever I am roaming or dwelling, be it in walking, running, in seating or thought, where am I? Even when surveying my surroundings -- from the concrete glass buildings, the still waters or the glari...
Empty
Empty The colors faded The hope is small The dance is slow My soul is cold The doors are shut So what way to go I do not know The shadows are high On a day that is so bright Always surrounded by love ...
Andrew Arnett4 days ago
Nice Guy
People don’t care for the nice guy. like the saying goes, nice guys finish last. they much prefer the butcher. and the dictator. or the murderer. these are the people who earn our respect. the nice gu...
Chaffee Wood5 days ago
My Mind Is Within a Haze of Uncertainty
My mind is within a haze of uncertainty Over the severe losses It's unreal!... How the dunes of forgotten sand were washed away by water and land. A single tower stands by a cliff-side overlooking the...