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.

A Line of Two
Choose a choice between now and the present, that a life kills your own while deciding when and how to make Fate in love with you. Clotho, my eternal line of defence all of my being depends on your ya...
cookie foota day ago
Zombie
Zombie made promises to not fall in love I won't break if you don't eat my brain take my hand I have felt dead I thought you would eat me alive my flesh torn from the bone bits of me left in between y...
Katt Hornadaya day ago
Round & Round We Go
Have you ever rode on a Mary-go-round ? Have you ever noticed how everything changes when your on the ride, thing that were once so clear turn into a blur you hardly recognize. It's crazy that as kids...
Jade Graysona day ago
Dream
A dream; a vision that comes in the night. Often repeating itself and in its repetition bringing itself to life. When you wake and find your dream isn't there, you long to sleep Begging the dream brin...
Tony Fresia2 days ago
Silence
And all was but a silence. For all I knew I was alone once more. In this epitome of darkness. What was once cold and bleak danced on the wind of forever be. I could hear but a slient hush in was comme...
P. S.2 days ago
What It Means to Be Space
Today my world opened up on all ends and all the different dimensions fell in on themselves. Today I discovered what it means to be space, to exist in the realm of reality beyond my past and present. ...
Jade Grayson2 days ago
Beauty or the Beast
Into the looking glass I peer, all I see in my eyes is fear. An evil glint, a hateful stare, the hideous reflection of wasted years. The outside reflects the inner, unlovable and disdained. My only ac...
Meg Bradbury2 days ago
Poetry
How is it that poetry Can be so poetic The idea of death can be made to sound So free and unapologetic Words can be manipulated To make the darkness seem freeing And a bleak reality Can be turned to s...
Alex Rios3 days ago
What Do You Believe
What’s a dream if you don’t know what it means. What’s a goal if you don’t know where it leads. And why believe in a higher power when we live in the middle of all these horrible things. Tell me where...
Jade Grayson3 days ago
Hypno Wheel
Spinning, spinning out of control, a hypnowheel continues to roll, turning my mind inside and out, It all hits at once and I need to shout Yelling, Blaming, eventual shaming, It's not my fault, why am...
Miss Hyde
With hardening orbs and a near frozen heart, within my blood a change jump starts. A gleeful laugh of madness bubbled past my lips, the pain somehow making me feel alive as through my heart the emotio...
Where Am I?
What is it to write a story that tells its own tale? Words pour forth from an endless source and the pen does not drop 'til the thought of it is finish. Vividly visualizing the content that reach my m...
Eddy Graham3 days ago
Do You Feel Her Ache?
"Do you feel her ache from across the room? dripping dark liquid, that used to be Fantasia film strips as a child, Her creative spirit spinning out of control, now black gasoline. She uses it to fuel ...
Zoey Michaels4 days ago
Eh Don't Read This
artists are important (or do they just think they're important?) because they mimic god or whoever or whatever exists up there or around or throughout abovebelowbeyond creating from nothing setting of...
Felecia Burgett4 days ago
I Can't Make it Any Plainer
A thin linkage (cheap leather, metal rusted through, hardly made to last) clamps the soul down to the flesh where it sits, uncomfortably nestled a strong wind could unbuckle it and I resist the long, ...
Tiara Arbelo5 days ago
My Sleep Paralysis
Wake me up when it's all over, Wake me up when these weights are off my shoulders, Wake me up when I can no longer feel this pain, Wake me up when all this sh*t isn't the same, Wake me up I'm ready le...
Darius Acuna5 days ago
Twisted Am I
Twisted am I, As I look at myself, All I see is perplexing hypocrisy. Keeping an open mind while blinded by my self-made dogmatism. Love Thy Neighbors, but you never said a word to them. Crippled by s...
In Our Childhood
Young and naïve you looked around Taking in the surroundings Can you guess what i see? Learning the world But when did you learn to look at people Was it When locked in the falling bridge trying to ge...