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.

Yae Gon2 years ago
Thoughtful Poetry to Inspire Change
In order to integrate positive change, focus upon strengths to elevate your range. When you meditate to follow your heart, you vegetate and know where to start. Learning to trust allows to fully renew...
Adam Steglich2 years ago
The Fall
a formless void blankets the abyss in darkness complete preceding primordial sands etching time into the fabric of space the Spirit of God traverses still waters reflecting the deep light spoken divin...
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Tessa Chafin2 years ago
Cruelty
Life isn’t fair It’s cruel And it's rough And it's hard It’ll build you up Higher than you’ve Ever been Everything will be right And then life will Look you in the eyes As it throws you back down This...
Restlessness
Restlessness. The inability to cease one's thoughts successfully for a prolonged period of time to achieve actual calm and therefore be able to drift into a peaceful slumber. Restlessness. The constan...
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Ellis Martin2 years ago
Guesthouse
I can see my pulse on the walls, Beating seams of plaster shell, Niles lock aside, rustic hotel, My name spelled out, my fate befalls. Indeed, to peer at me, We look straight inwardly, Projected out b...
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Steve Boggs2 years ago
The Madness
You wake up one morning and realize, "This is not me." But the reflection in the mirror speaks a harder realization to dispute. "This is you," it says from a mouth of silence. "The real you... the you...
Adam Steglich2 years ago
Adapt
adapt to change threatening to enrage the abstract release the latch securely fastened to these battle-worn ancient walls relinquish the present identity forcing conformity upon the guilt-ridden past ...
Bobby Deese2 years ago
The Shelter
Unionville, N.C. I can hear its footsteps thunderous voices at my front door again through the window panes fiercely approaching Consuming the atmosphere Consuming the atmosphere Overwhelming presence...
Mklario 2 years ago
Wonderland
Let's go there where wonders happen Like Alice in the wonderland Let's go there where wonders happen Cupids holding gun in hand Shooting without aiming And then there's lots of blaming I love him but ...
H.L. Dowless2 years ago
Once I Took A Long Walk
Once I took a long walk on a winding dirt road, sirrah, sirrah, just to see what the world did hold, sirrah, sirrah, I saw sweet lilies, daffodils, tulips, azalea, and posies, sirrah, sirrah, I though...
Stefin Bradbury2 years ago
Epitome
My thoughts are like a dream catcher hanging in the rearview mirror of a red pick up. In extreme, the visions of distaste prove nothing and the serenity of past days falter. Now, the womb removed from...
Lobotomize Me
Christmas is coming And what do I see?! A big black zippered bag, And inside is me! Santa has come, He’s brought tools And some kits! To take out my motherboard And learn why I tick! Lobotomize me! Lo...
Dakota King2 years ago
Somewhere in Germany
Yellow flowers on a train track, Somewhere in Germany - Graffiti on the side-streets. Dawn light seeps through the windows Somewhere in Germany And glints off an old window pane. A world of freedom to...
Fred Bobbitt2 years ago
The Tomb of the Last Living Poet
There was a memorial service held yesterday At the tomb of the last living poet. Hundreds came with flowers to lay By the tomb of the last living poet. The speakers, of note, had nothing to say At the...
Jo Dowling2 years ago
SHE
She lucidly drifts through malevolent dreams, beholding her death and conception She edifies Bai Ze and Baku She conquers Gawl Nulim and severs his head She vanquishes manifest terror She dances with ...
Optimistic Memories
Let me twist the timekeeper's dial In the wrong direction, So I can forget about the future, And still have the past To look forward to. Let me turn infinity's fabric Inside out, So tomorrow becomes y...
Neil Heddings2 years ago
Black Coffee
While trying to Wipe away The cobwebs of gray Cluttering my mind. While I try to look outside Thru my soap stained window I can only guess By the gray caste. My floor is painted Gray. And through it's...
Puzzle
Like the lingering breath of coffee sweet and bitter she walks down the hall, books clutched close to her heart, holding on to all she really knows. Because everything else is too much. A 10,000 piece...