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. R. Ambrosi6 hours ago
Qualia
There's always some element of writing That just doesn't translate How do I adequately describe An ethereal and drawn-out vocalisation Sung by an exceptional singer Packed with enough emotion To chang...
Sophie Smitha day ago
OCD
Tick. I straightened my row of pencils for the umpteenth time. Tick. I picked up my old leather bag and stroked the fraying hem of the handle up and down and up and down and up and down and up and dow...
Bianca Tautea day ago
Future Is Near
Dash board satellite, dash board satellite, dash board satellite, congress in court she said about a tennis court, spouse Nah shut your mouth potatoes face, welcome to the hearing of wonderland, grace...
Bianca Tautea day ago
Organic
Guns make roses so do eye so solid, let's roll place next to the left of eskiboi, said sideway, now let's begin, romance never came so graceful as Terrance did to the tender so softly paisley blue sin...
Fish Eisley2 days ago
Prepare to Be
Life is Medusa Too beautiful to be Curves that turn you to stone Words like snake oil Don't look right at her Lest you're shot down Looking through a reflection That belongs to someone else So you can...
The City Knows
jumping on the bandwagon, with the promises that have been given. worry condenses and tries to pulse through. the bustling street, blurred images and colors an aurora of figures. the citadel leaning o...
Victoria Simons3 days ago
Sticky Fingers
With the great blanket wrapped around me, I whimper at the foreign words of the Grown-Ups downstairs who talk of recession and poverty, mince pies and murders. The merman, my mythic guardian, sweeps h...
Joy Ergang3 days ago
Loss
This is a tale that may have been told in different ways and in many tongues. Of a child, varying in age pending on the teller of tales. Seeking some sort of path of enlightenment. Given very limited ...
Jordan Miller3 days ago
Hellbound
If I am a man, but kicked like a beast. Boiling pain and chained wrist; pain feast on my skin coated in blood and dirt A name... a name... a sinister name. No face to my recollection. Where is the gho...
A. R. Ambrosi3 days ago
Fire Witch
Her hair is flame Her eyes volcanic ash Rays of glorious sunshine fill her aura Cleansing Burning away what does not belong Chasing away shadows She uses drops of sunlight In her potions She drinks in...
Peace
1:35 AM. TV mumbles. Fridge rumbles. Down the 3 story cage, My Ferret tumbles. Why does my mind struggle? The disease creeps. Restless leg syndrome, Can't shake it. Thoughts have overtaken. Possessed,...
Stacey Bee4 days ago
The Window
Open windows become terrifying when they release the concealed and invite freedom. As I stared out, into the abyss of the night sky; darkness held its gaze, boring into my soul. It wasn’t a judgementa...
Angels Calling
I need to be strong, but how? I need to forgive. If not now, When? I need to look forward again. Even when times are worn thin. Tick tock, says the clock on the wall. Thump thump, goes the beating hea...
Joy Ergang5 days ago
Creature
Seeing the world through a new set of eyes. Unknowingly becoming a rebel towards things that used to mean the world to me. When I rose from the ashes, things I did not desire anymore didn't rise up wi...
Crissy DXCII5 days ago
Multiple Personalities
I know you know Crystal but have you met Crissy or Lisa? They all are nice when they want. I think you would like Crissy more but she don't like pizza. She did eat it a few times before but now she ju...
V. Renae5 days ago
Marble and Silk
Someone once told me not to cast a spell on them. They told me my eyes made me seem as if I could turn them into an animal. Someone once told me I was a pit bull. They told me I looked terrifying but ...
Kye Earley6 days ago
Residue
My seafoam hair comes out in clumps, tangled strands winding around my fingers every time I brush back my bangs or twirl dry and splitting curls. I am used to it now, dropping handfuls everywhere I go...
Antonia Cameron6 days ago
Meaningless Fear
I don't want the emptiness to envelope me here in the dark Can't fight the feeling that something is terribly wrong Upon closing my eyes the vision of you is stark Although it only stays with me until...