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.

Dena Marie2 days ago
Desensitised
You’re too sensitive they said you need to stop feeling everything so deeply perhaps they are right I thought. Closing my eyes I see warm vivid colours all around me fading into a cold palette of grey...
Rowan Finley5 days ago
A Butterfly Named Guardian
One day I prayed that God would give me a guardian angel, because I knew that He was good and always faithful. My words were more than intense, for they rose high like supernatural incense. He heard m...
Superior Drowning Skills
In my youth, in my eyes I believed there was something more The fire's dimming now, dark eyes Hold nothing inside but scorn Times are gone to dream again All I wanted has fallen away I'm back down on ...
Not Running, Not Anymore
A soft yet beautiful birth To a pair of loving parents Full of promise, the babe holds But wait, none can rejoice For a threat is fast approaching And they have no time to lose If the babe is to make ...
JA Laflin9 days ago
Stardust and Wanderlust
I'm lost, stuck on this rock, swirling sea of dust and wanderlust Fighting my upper crust to get to the molten core, the roar Of failures exploding in my subconscious, they mock this Raucous shanty of...
Beast
It started out as a tingle, a small vibration in the left ventricle of the heart a tender laugh from the lungs a chuckle flared nostrils eyes stretched out in giggles for her. Eyes and mouth and nose ...
Skylar Rella10 days ago
Princess Grown to King
Bright light of a phone screen repeatedly demanding my attention on a diner table— "Look at me," "Listen to me," "Let reality sink in." Shaky fingers hide the device away into the pocket of pants that...
Blaise Terese11 days ago
Don't Cry Over Spilled Shut Eye
we hold him when he Sleeps despite there is not rest esophagus don't make a peep I was reading of bird's nests Too, I reread the Ciphers too, the puzzle pieces four sow their pickings as all for to gr...
Blaise Terese12 days ago
The Personification of Anachronism
I met a Wraith in mid-day's safe who told me I was wonderful he rode a bike of phosphorous type in Lands of plentiful If my sole aid can help a soul from this world fade I'll be so bold - for crusts a...
Blaise Terese12 days ago
Landline Lacrimosa
an Immunity I had not to the Sting they told me of though heavy solitary currency, it’s weighted and sinks inevitably into rivers of erstwhile love. An opportunist strained my ear alone And turned the...
Blaise Terese12 days ago
La Maison de Tentaculaire
Filled with Romance, Ghosts, & other things Behind the cypress, her bell-tower rings The carnage repeated income Won West by clamorous shotgun The clutter heaped high in corners Faded once glamorous f...
Marielle Sabbag13 days ago
Dream State
My setting is blurry, Someone is moving their mouth although no sound emits, I just went from a school setting onto a hilltop looking over the world, Do people ever realize they’re in their own dreams...
Hell for the Mind
I find that our souls are woven with the very nature of our memories Hell is every nightmarish ordeal we have undergone, Playing in our heads on a loop Each memory worse than the last Over and over ag...
The Yellow Brick Road
Brightly goes The yellow brick road Winding up the lake that froze Round the bushes of dainty rose To the town that no one knows Which sits at the end of the yellow brick road There the children play ...
Kiefer Jackson13 days ago
Awakening the Dark
Awakening the Dark ive been Bouncing formless matter off the surface in my forsaken domain resurrecting the darkness in light where everything sane starts to break you down crumbling the ash in the hands which crafted the catastrophe of what was left like holding questions you couldn’t access the answer to without following what was after you as what I would have asked for if I only knew through these seasons that’ll never be the same again taking form of every thought i can master The heart pay...
R.M. Kamm14 days ago
Beast
I happened to be a small child of three and sitting amongst a big rock a beast. I thought I’d wandered, wandered free but loneliness, hunger, and void struck deep. I wandered through a dark pass of tr...
Rowan Finley14 days ago
The Grim Creeper
There once was a grim creeper; He used to be quite the sleeper, Until one day he awoke from Death's first kiss, Up from the darkest abyss. Slithering and lisping by, He enjoyed the hopeless orphan's c...
Levi Ouwendijk16 days ago
Epistle of Dimethyltryptamine
I have come to tell you Of what cannot be told A sight upon a structure That’s never been foretold Nor could it truly be Your senses have to see The harmonious rupture; Life’s meaning will unroll The ...