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.

Danielle Curtis8 hours ago
Darkness of a Red Rose
When the darkness takes over and covers the deep scares like a red rose covered in blackness the dark will consume you and make you feel so lonely and lost in a world of wonder a wonder of a lost soul...
Life
From the highest of highs to the lowest of lows, you are still there with me every step I go. There is always something to focus on, but now I do not know what. I feel like I am on the top, when I'm r...
Oscillation
Oscillation. A pendulum swing. the trough and crest that cradle and pummel the shipwrecked sailor as he fights for breath: or the intertwining, coinciding result of a pulse - a thing created by the Cr...
Amanda Zylstra2 days ago
Life Blood
The blonde girl sits at the bar sipping cranberry juice and vodka through a clear plastic straw. As it hits her ruby red lipstick it looks like watered down blood. Alcohol is her lifeblood. It makes h...
Amanda Zylstra2 days ago
Living Artifacts of the Past
Living artifacts of the past. Constant reminders of a simpler time. I didn't choose this life, And if I get out alive through all the trials I somehow win. Though I feel like I spend too much time sin...
Peter Mastne2 days ago
Speak to Me of Time
Speak to me of Time Time we painted portraits in the clouds Shadow danced through rays of light Carving paths through cotton mist Long-forgotten we exist Lost within the moment's tryst Cast in shrouds...
Sharita Cormier2 days ago
Fire on the Fly
Agony stuck from the tragedy stricken place she came from Deliverance came from a whirl wind of fire Terror and torture could no longer remain Procuring courage through the catastrophe Surely meant su...
Finding Fire
Teeth gritted, eyes unfocused, palms sweaty Tongue stuck to the bottom of a leathery throat, heart clenching like your fist when you first feel the pain. It burns, leaves scars Destroys all in its pat...
Tom Baker3 days ago
Where Have You Been, John Redhawk?
"Finally. I punched that hole in the sky."
Her World
She's poisonous no, she's venomous Let her in at your own risk She'll wrap you up in her crazy ways Strike when you least expect Swirling in her venom of ecstasy She'll spit you out if you leave a bad...
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Rees Marshall6 days ago
No Name Tim: Redemption
No Name Tim is lost. He has decided that everything has nothing. Everything has no meaning, no purpose, and no name. Has anything ever been? Of course it has. Everything has been but nothing has lived...
Sharita Cormier7 days ago
Majestically Created
Was it the purity of her they feared Was her beauty too much to bare The intensity of her depth made them shy away Her eyes fiercely piercing through their tough rugged skin Plundering deeper and deep...
Elfie Maebh7 days ago
Hidden Meanings
There’s ice in my lungs And fire in my blood Slowly It’s killing me Slowly * Hope is the colour of burning things Flames surrounded by midnight I sit and wait for the warmth it brings Surrounded by it...
cookie foot7 days ago
Living Death
I am not good very good at letting people in. My tongue handcuffs sin. My gray metal teeth are the hard and cold metal bars to a dingy jail cell. I may not be doing the best plain and dead It's nice t...
Dexter Sims8 days ago
Monster and I
Blackness in the trees. There is a monster. A monster only I can see. To live a true life is one of liberty. But while i foster this horror. I can never be free. Some say to be free, is to be unburden...
Mariah Yates8 days ago
Thank You, Anxiety
Thank you anxiety For always making me think things are harder than they really are & a sense of accomplishment is always out of my reach For turning situations into a living hell & twisting words in ...
Zackery Talvy8 days ago
Freedom Exchange
The house was empty, nothing to show but the dust blow through wasted breath. A flame burned brightly as though to show safety in the cold cryptic house, the sky was lit only with the souls of baffled...
Susie Brooks9 days ago
Written in the Stars
I lie awake at night Staring at the sky Through my open window And I think to myself “Why it is that the sight of stars Always make me dream”? Dreams of you They fill my mind And consume me completely...