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.

Chloe Urquhart11 hours ago
Moon and Star Metaphors
I am: A diverse shape Which floats through the sky. Points stick out awkwardly, My species flash at me If I happen to crash Or cover them in ash. But you applaud me, Calling them gaudy When they flash...
Aleah cox12 hours ago
Caffeine Eyes
He was an unusual man, always counting sheep in his sleep wearing little boy pajamas although he was 36. Poking needles in his skin hoping for another color, any color but red. He was quite, hard to r...
Meg El14 hours ago
Your Face Thins
You’re lonely over there. Surrounding yourself with vacant air. Just waiting ‘til the day ends. It’s because of you that your own face thins. You never speak a word to me. No, we have no history. And ...
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Daniel Cole2 days ago
Cry of the Abyss
Heard a cry from the abyss Down, down I sought to save Farther on than rising mist Heard a wail that came in waves I carry on to that descent Because of courage I am its slave Heard a groan that night...
Jessica Rasile2 days ago
Zia Lena
I miss you. Each day a little more than the one before it. 4 years, I can't believe it's been that long. Where has the time gone? I sit and look back on all the things you've missed. Things you should...
Fierce Sister3 days ago
Medicine Woman
She smells like the earth. Her hair wild like the wind on the headlands, her eyes bright like moonshine reflected on a lake stone. Her feet are always bare, even in the frost or the dew of the morning...
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R Vali3 days ago
The Last Minute
This is it... the last minute, what will you do? What will we do? What will I do? In this minute you have the world, in this minute you have eternity, in this minute you have your life flash before yo...
David Benzon3 days ago
Clarity
My glasses tend to tilt a little leftwards - slightly crooked if you ask me. But I could still see that it was all too clear. A lingering fog cast over the city today...but it was all still too clear....
Amanda Zylstra3 days ago
Chasing the Next High
Stephen King is your uncle. He lives near a pet cemetery. June bugs burrow into your long dishwater blonde hair. A Shirley Temple Doll haunts your closet. You have to lock her up at night so she doesn...
Stefin Bradbury3 days ago
Movements
You’re not my problem, child. Springtime in Seattle. Cherry blossoms in bloom. Nirvana on the radio. The Roor, the Roor has broken. Into pieces under the table on the hardwood. Dream or nightmare, it’...
A. R. Ambrosi3 days ago
You Are a Unicorn
You are beautiful Just as you are You child of wonder You pioneer of love It was as though a unicorn Crossed the divide to greet me When you told me your secret When you trusted me With your truth You...
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John Park4 days ago
Insomnia
I can't sleep. I won't sleep. I refuse to sleep. Because when I'm asleep, they come out. My demons. The memories, the thoughts that I buried deep within. Only during the dark, silent nights does my su...
Mary Louise4 days ago
Naked to the World
I can see it when you speak. The words crawl out your mouth Like a spider. Slowly and carefully. You make sure to know the words That appear before they even fall from Your mind into your tongue. You'...
A. R. Ambrosi4 days ago
Symphony of Midnight
I've become completely nocturnal The night throws tired shadows on my shoulder As I walk the yellow-lighted paths of the park It's quiet here, eerily so It's such a loud, bustling place in daylight ho...
-Corina & Volas -
He didn't need to understand her, all he needed was to believe her. Though most of the sea was real to her. It spoke unhindered truths of past lives and loves. The brightest star of the south gave her...
Neon Odyrah4 days ago
Trance of Old
And so I see myself lifted up in the spirit Taken far back to the event that changed history On this hill, though thought to be deserted Green plants grew, though not too healthy No skull or bones or ...
Lindsay Schmidt4 days ago
Game Over
Sometimes I wonder if I’m meant for this world, or is it too harsh for my paper thin skin. Too harsh for my brain to take. It seems like nothing changes. It’s just a chain of anger, pain and disappoin...