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.

taylor sundell7 days ago
Angels
White skin covers her pale skin, blonde hair falls on her narrow shoulders. She may be an angel, but she has her own sins. She grows paler as she grows older. On the outside she seems fine, but even a...
Kathleen Ogea7 days ago
Forty-Two
Forty-Two Afflicted with the Chicken Flu. Beginning with Rubber Chicken neck chains. All the way, down to his Holey Haines. Needles full of Liquid Corn. Tattooing, Foghorn Leghorn. Stick it in deep, a...
The Gift of Immortality
I understand that this world is nothing but a breath of eternal hope and dreams, betrothed with undead legends, whom words and voices and art and souls left a permanent mark on this earth with no need...
King
Sometimes I want to express my feelings in a way that words in the dictionary cannot accurately define. I know that most of the times this is what everyone feels, but sometimes I'm feeling things that...
Mindy Sleeper8 days ago
Dark Man
Men, Women and Children, gather round; listen to these words, read how they look, hear how they sound. These words are to warn; yea there will be those whom hear, who will mourn. These days are dark, ...
Jonathan Clewlow10 days ago
Mind in the Distance
Calm in the sky Moments pass, Days go by Worlds turn and merge with the universe Where are they going, to the other side of the horizon Testing the limits of reality How far can the mind wander, what ...
The Evil Laugh
It the last thing you hear before and after death It's that terrifying Godforsaken sound that can easily snatch your breathe However there are the main few who can be susceptible to the sound It can m...
Yvonne Glasgow10 days ago
A Dismal Nursery Rhyme
I want to die Stick a needle in my eye Shove it deep into my brain 'Til I can't come back again ...Don't want to come back again ...Never come back again Eye for an eye I want everyone to die Kill the...
Yvonne Glasgow10 days ago
Now I Lay Me Down
One night when I lay down to sleep My soul I could not pray to keep For from the darkness there did creep Something from my conscious deep Those nightmares always keep me awake And a night of sleep I ...
Luz Lopez10 days ago
Born This Way
I never wanted to be a girl, I always wanted to be a boy I felt uncomfortable looking like a girl when I just wanted to be a boy. My mother never said no, she was able to comprehend that even tho i wa...
John Allen11 days ago
Leave It
So sly the darkness slithers between the cracks of your rotting mind! Filthy guttural screams echo behind your eyes, as your thoughts struggle to escape from your purple swollen tongue... Sweating out...
Amanda Zylstra11 days ago
Writers Hear Words
Writers hear words in their head that others don’t. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Exhausted and getting ready to go to bed. Suddenly the perfect sentence pops into my head. I must get up to write ...
I'm Bored
As the title assumes, I was feeling quite bored.
K. M. Strong13 days ago
Survival of the Dimmest
Slowly fading into the background of an auto-piloted existence, Where what brings happiness is not enough to wash out the reality of never having enough to be happy. And while the world spins around m...
K. M. Strong13 days ago
Acidic
Webs and flower and pods... They flowed out like rivers of Gods Breathing and swirling in streams, Colorful styles ripped at the seams. While the truth of my visions were thin Feeling vibrancy spewing...
Fallen Kingdoms
We are creators We could build cities with our thoughts. Civilizations carved from tears shed and blood dropped. Garnered in the fruit of our creation. The trees of the kingdom would be filled to abun...
Will Sheffield13 days ago
Songs of the Looking Glass
Stagnate? Dissipate? Age’s gate Emboldens the late… Oh how great Are moments that determined fate; Now naught but ripples; mem’ry’s wake. Unclear, spare viewing rear, Is the good in life, the standing...