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.

Edkesha Anderson18 hours ago
Insomnia
Ever been awakened by thoughts unknown Sleeping soundly while yearnings grow The absence of someone yet no one present Back to sleep you cannot go How can this be? You were sleeping so soundly Sleep s...
Do You Understand?
You tell me you understand But do you know the plight? Of a woman and her shadow Walking briskly through the darkness of the night You tell me you understand But do you really feel? What it means to e...
Jaden Bleu3 days ago
Hanging by a Thread
The boot print led to disapproval, with each disappointment, came a river of ice, that worked hard, but it wasn't enough to crush but it did leave a stamp mark on many minds and brains. My sacrifice, ...
Teya Hooper3 days ago
Bandage
Staring in the mirror making eye contact with my reflection. Tilt my head side to side, checking for deception. Blonde hair and green eyes stare back at me. Curious face and Pale skin is all I see. Mu...
Eves .3 days ago
. Love .
There's a moment, it's the Universe's glitch. When you stumble upon a certain set of eyes. What they are about to make you feel, will be a preview of your internal world. What happens when you fall in...
Teya Hooper3 days ago
A Visitor
The carpet was soft under my feet as I stood from my bed. I wiggled my toes for a moment, feeling the material give under my feet. My bladder reminded me why I had awoke in the first place. I slowly m...
A.R. Marquez4 days ago
Swimming in Open Veins
Severed strings of liberation Desolation coalesced into ever'long deprecated embraces Faces frozen within plutonium dreams The remains of night given requiems as callous judgments convey cynicism We h...
Domenica Curro5 days ago
Blue
Love doesn't save you but makes life come true blue like the sea deep water, lost ship sailing away, feeling ok where is that captain I had been looking for ages? starting from a long time ago since t...
r. nuñez5 days ago
Dream Song
I dreamed a song that echoed in my heart, About the things we feel when we’re apart… Apart from those we know and love, Apart from those we’re thinking of Which, at some point, we have to stop and sta...
Domenica Curro6 days ago
Like Steal
At night I lay in bed and there is like a bomb ticking in my head and I try to dismantle it with the power of faith with the light force of breath And believing in every God I know to revel what l am ...
The Farmer
The silent and unknown, you think would hurt the most. But what you already know, revealed is your ghost. Covering intentions deep within, the arduous battle erupts again. Truth brings pain, but alway...
Zion Volante7 days ago
Eve of the Dream
Once upon a dream...I walked in the light of the world. Seeking nothing, and loving all. In everything, thee was the joy of love, the sound of peace, the tranquility of triumph. As a walked upon the p...
Vanquish
The distracted world we live in Is ever so fast paced Going through the ceaseless motions She performs them, yet with grace In the midst of the moment She catches herself in a thought Who am I to be d...
Dive
Once wandering and lost I found you to be the spark Lighting my fire of curiosity Leading me gently through the dark No one can enliven me so deeply So passionately radiating from within For the love ...
Sparks of Indigo
I wake up, once born again In a vast field of wildflowers with bounds of no end I lay in the grass, gazing at the indigo sky Contemplating this time, how will I die? Reflecting from my eyes is blank e...
Letter Hidden Away
LETTER HIDDEN AWAY Ink in pen I begin the flood My hand writes the words I need to say Every detail now laid bare So you know how you left me in despair I explain why I'm hiding away Why I no longer w...
Anna Flaherty9 days ago
Push and Pull
Push where it hurts, Pull hard on my skirts, Push close against my skin, And pull up sharply on my chin. Mine or yours? The need to go a little faster, Mine or yours? The heavy breathing I cannot help...
Iris 9 days ago
Boylston and Mass Ave.
The smell of the city I got warm feelings from a Mike’s Pastries box on the train Like a warm haze in summer at the docks with a cannoli and a striped umbrella The temporary bliss we lived in Poor as ...