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. F. Litt2 years ago
The Well
In a way, The twilight sky Reminds. Cold, clear water That feeds jungles of Unseen mosses And tiny spiders Lurking in the depths. Waiting. Dust blows from the Broken landscape, Attacking the Grey wood...
Dance With Me
Come dance with me under the stars and the moon – with the cool crisp spring air Come dance to the slow sweet rhythm of our beating hearts Dance with me until our bodies become one Till our souls melt and say “Remember me” Come dance with me in the darkness, in the shadows until we see the glance of the morning sun Until we remember all the dips and valleys Come dance with me so that I may remember the light of movements Dance with me to allow the energy that our physical bodies have craved So t...
On the Day of the Eclipse
This month she came to me with no pain no ripping tearing my insides making me feel as if I wasn’t in control This month she came to me as a gift a soft whisper in the hollows of my stomach reminding ...
KJ Mullins2 years ago
Stillness
Why is this a concept so alien to me Why does it scare me to the core The act of shutting down my mind To just be Am I afraid that if I stop If I am not running at full force I will cease I will be er...
Celious Blanc2 years ago
Restless Universe
Walking on eggshells Never helped to instil A moment Last time I checked Beyond the cheque book Of time Into the galaxies Of space Which reappear And dissipate Almost In the same moment Broken Upon ye...
Kendi Stoneberg2 years ago
Restless
Sleep, sleep Mind without color; Be still, the cradle rocks. Peace, peace The world still slumbers On the breaths of lonely stars. The ceiling blurs, wide eyes, bright pearls Unblinking in blackness, ...
Neon Odyrah2 years ago
The Time
Life, so short, yet seems like it's taking forever We live life as though we own it and decide it But we fail to neglect life's worst enemy, Time. The dead wish to have more time, just one second. But...
Jordan Furrow2 years ago
You Put the Con
You put the con in conversation You are with my words While my words are with you And your words trade your head for mine Because a conversation needs two I am but a figment of your imagination A pigm...
Marc McAlister2 years ago
Disturbed
I need some substance reluctantly ready trying to keep my hand steady my body now feels heavy in two minutes flat I am prepared to flatline what is and should never be constantly held in front on me t...
Kourtney Risher2 years ago
The Wakened
The Wakened I. Waking up from a slumber enveloped in a haze of Seroquel, The apathetic sloth of a homosapien feels more akin to a bi-polar bear. At 25 years, he hops out of bed the way he popped out o...
The Foxx2 years ago
Wide Open
Mouth wide open Little black book Clean sheets Tinder Shook
Jordan Furrow2 years ago
Take a Tip From the Man
Take a tip from the man Mr. Uncle Sam Don’t believe all you hear When they tell you where to steer Shift Change gears Floor it Explore it Ignore the constant battering Insincere flattering When your s...
Neon Odyrah2 years ago
Life
Sometimes life isn't all it seems It stages itself as though all it did was blossom No one warned that the blossom bore forth thorns Friends wax up the space Some make the blossom peaceful Some increa...
David Avner 2 years ago
Yes It Is
HEARD IT GOT A LITTLE ROUGH OUT THERE COLD AND LONELY LIVING IN DESPAIR WIPE YOUR TEARS STEP INSIDE CLOSE YOUR EYES GOODNIGHT NEVER FELT THE HAND OF LOVE RESTLESS DREAMS I’M THINKING OF FRIENDS WHO FE...
Broke Poet2 years ago
Smeared Lipstick
Her eyes dash towards the sight line rust A static human current motioning away She, a rose so red the pigment bleeds Ten harpy songs arranged in order of chaos Until it spills over the barrier and am...
Christina Sample2 years ago
The Bathroom Stall
I see the writing on the wall, It's a dirty fucking stall, Filled with sick and twisted things, Seen only in psychotic dreams. Some turn away, some shed tears of horror, Seeing the perverted little to...
Mistar Ramross2 years ago
Kindred Souls
kindred souls heads banged together till they injured skulls and the hindrance here has taken its toll and all this distance is digging my own hole my own ignorance is stopping me from being whole and...
Silent Music
In the square white room I will spred my arms like wings in the dark corners of the night to shelter you from the cold In the square white room I will spred my arms like wings in the bright light of t...