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.C. Zempleni8 days ago
The Enemy
Swimming in a sea of compromise Drowning in the mouths of his lies Pieces of him falling to the wayside Disappearing in the sands of time Until there is nothing left to recognize He is lost, but he ca...
A.C. Zempleni8 days ago
Residue
As I slip and slide, I disappear further inside. Falling deeper and deeper Into the hole that is my mind I hear the voices telling lies Of impending danger until I become paralyzed I am a passive pass...
Isaiah Ogilvie9 days ago
My City
My city is a wondrous beast, That lives and dies every day. I see it breathe with the rising of the sun. I see it die when all goes quiet. Unforgiving and cold in the winter, Shining, filled with prom...
Michelle Kirk9 days ago
Hot Tea
An ice cube crackles when submerged into hot tea. Hot tea swells and descends slowly down the esophagus to a lake in the soul. “Letʼs warm ourselves up from the inside out,” my mom would say as she ma...
Ambedo
a soul breached the sun this morning. this morning when I woke empty and full of everything I woke as the essence of my self expanded and the existence of everything seeped in. I woke stretched down t...
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Rose Ashton9 days ago
Ouija
The board is taken from the bag, set on the blanket. (Ready to play?) Two fingers, on the planchette. (Are you sure?) Once it begins, there's no backing out. (Still want to play?) Think of questions, ...
Sunni Ezbenko10 days ago
Abstract
Sunrise burns maize through the atmospheric tranquility Greeting lillies with a tip of its billowing white-cloud top hat Whistling, wistful morning birds chirping at my door mat Welcome, welcome the n...
Sunni Ezbenko10 days ago
Shape-Shifter
In memory I will live forever, A Space Pirate. An epic drifter of space and time A cosmic shifter, a dreamer Limitless in existence Travelling through the paracosm On sunbeams and frequencies, Giving ...
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Tristan Reaves12 days ago
Sometimes I Think/I Feel
Sometimes - I think/I feel Sometimes I think my feelings aren't pure Sometimes I feel my thoughts are too obscure Sometimes I think my feelings aren't real Sometimes I feel my thoughts can grip steel....
Dré Xavier13 days ago
Energy
Forbidden energy, You flow down my spine, And charge up from my feet, Forever synergy, Expanding through my mind, Invading every thought I keep, I search for rest at night, But it is you whom I still ...
Jade Mautner14 days ago
Hide and Seek
A little girl sat in a corner, while her mother continued to ignore her. “Maybe I was bad,” the little girl thought, but when the doorbell rang, she thought, “Perhaps not.” Her mother stirred and look...
Frank Kemble14 days ago
Stars for Crying
Under the seductive, scintillating stars of night, through sadness of heart so weary in fright, by tears of cold and stories untold, heartbreak can look upon - look for the soul so bright - shining in...
Frank Kemble14 days ago
A Passing
Birthday blue, black and fizzling like the city lights sizzling and trickling off the rooftops – to the sounds of rain, so wild wet, round, and glistening down; Sounds of blues guitar whisking the nig...
R U Outavit15 days ago
Seventeen Seventeens
(1.) "You Can't Take It With You." all you can take is what you gave of yourself for nothing in return (2.) "FATHOM" why would God give a gift you could not use unless God loves you too much (3.) "THE...
Colorinstars 15 days ago
Polarity
Polarity is the karma that is life. Cause and effect a must, in this world of infinite possibilities. Light could not be complete if there is no dark to compete. Like best friends, they're inseparable...
la petite15 days ago
Awake
If it wasn't for rest we would be dead, so we spend 33% of our lives sleeping, a significant number of us imagining. An expansive piece of our presences are spent in the otherworldly domain, awakening to backpedal to envisioning once more. I haven't been resting, so I haven't been envisioning, however I'm attempting to avoid laying down with evil presences. What is the purpose behind this current ascending from unmistakable drop, where need nullifies reality and my subliminal stays spent. I don'...
Mary'$ Jane
Mary's Jane, how can I ever explain, the ecstasy I feel after her kiss, it's like smoke in my veins, she doesn't let me lose control, but her indica shows instant love to my brain, her sativa elevates...
Alyssa Luongo16 days ago
The Eyes of the Golden Records
Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub… Houston can you hear me? My heart is still beating! The Pale Blue Dot Gleaming so perfectly …Out of reach Treasures of worlds Clouds of swirling masterpiece Enveloping mysteri...