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.

Emma Sidnam2 years ago
Souls
I have as little control As the rain slipping from the eyes of skies— Of people, of places, Red rain salvaged from my own veins. I can’t control what leaves me— One way or another Loaded nothings, Bir...
Crystal Korpan2 years ago
Misunderstood
Could it be horror movie villains are misunderstood? Perhaps they aren't being heard, Doesn't mean they are up to no good, Maybe they had a bad childhood And perhaps they are frustrated because everyo...
Jordan Furrow2 years ago
Making Lyrical Love
Making lyrical love to conceive an idea The consolation of the consummation that taught my heart to feel Joys and pains of laughter Tears that swell within Sweet release of sorrow And worries of tomor...
IJ Keddie2 years ago
Someone’s Hand
I’m standing still, quiet, with my feet on the riverbed. Someone’s hand placed, firmly on top of my head. They are conversing idly, occasionally asking my thoughts. My chest crushed by the pressure, I...
Clayton Woullard2 years ago
Telemetry Dreams
Chasing the fallout Of a disaster I chose Standing on the mount While others love to lose The chilled air makes me burn So I threw away the crown Bitter because I never learned I can’t change another’...
Jordan Furrow2 years ago
From the Big Bang
From the Big Bang to my little birth The Cosmos has been spiraling out till it formed the Earth Now here I sit with pen in hand And foot swinging off stage with a Bear of a man Behind me showing what ...
Omission of Dissonance
Natural flow of words my mind lets go. Without trying my brain ignition becomes composition. Such things like haste, and all time I waste. Who is pulling the trigger? Who is the happiest grave digger?...
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Aaneik Maiti2 years ago
Dream Sequence
I: Crescendo Patchwork memories working their way in At the height of surrealism; Suddenly, here. Overtakes the mind: An army of ghosts invading the world, Of dreams, prophecies, light, darkness. Sudd...
The Black
You ugly thing... Disgusting creature smearing black ash and tainting what you touch You're nothing but a mass of black sludge Spitting your disgusting chemical into people's food in passing Ruining g...
Suvadeep Das2 years ago
The Wait
It is not what we consider as a tentative state, when we look into the matter, which requires waiting. Some of us, who have experienced life with worn out slippers, know this inevitable phase profound...
Adem Garic2 years ago
Birthday
For half a year No TV in the house For half a year And we're still getting used to it To watch what we want Whenever we want, how much we want Our eyes are like In the newborn Full of wonder And quest...
A Whirlwind of Identities
I am a beautiful catastrophe, a walking disaster that no one can look away from. People staring in horror and intrigue, as I attempt to find the purpose to the hurt and the pain. I have walked away fr...
Branko Nikovski2 years ago
Requiem for a Polymath
Ask the dust if you want to create. Ask the universe if you want to be. Ask yourself if you want to see. To see the reality. The reality of vanity, vicious people and happy masks. The reality of illus...
Crystal Korpan2 years ago
I See You
I know that your there. Peaking and watching me, You don't think I see you? You stand right there watching my every move. I feel your eyes on me, From your window watching me? I have even caught you a...
Jordan Furrow2 years ago
Interdependence Day
Since infancy I’ve been in interdependency Upon all the elementals The fundamental frequencies Which support me To report that the Osmosis in this microcosmos is Absorbing and reforming Surely my busy...
Jordan Furrow2 years ago
I'm Drawing Magick Sigils
I’m drawing magick sigils Holding midnight vigils For the spirits that love me My True Self is just above me Blazing torch of inner knowledge Tied by light to the invisible college Abundant rivers flo...
Mortality of Dogma
A war of attrition has no end. The souls of men leisurely bend. Our dogma extinguished with us all. Only time commands us when to fall. Will minds have opportunity to mend? Analytical political power....
Michael Douglas2 years ago
A Free Belief
Free from the chains, which lay heavy on the heart, soul, and the mind, the truth in their lies spoken, gains a vision to the blind. Too much time has been wasted on thoughts to please all the haters,...