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.

Logan Solo11 days ago
We Knew
Lullaby epitaphs whispered in tones Showing the impact of pilotless drones A phantasm promise of much better days Gave us our distorted error of ways The sky and the sea, both majestic and blue Have t...
Penny Blake11 days ago
The Star Talers
The boy had been hollow rose Carved out from the hip bones of his mother Beautiful as a choked out sob against silk pillows Beautiful as a neck bent back swanlike to display the pulse Beautiful as an ...
Wayne Tate11 days ago
Thoughts While Eating Greek Yogurt with a Baby Spoon
there will be a day when you will wake up, look in the mirror and have no facial features, not even eyes, and you’ll beg the question, “did i ever need them all this time?” and all of the politicians ...
Wayne Tate11 days ago
Some Days
some days i wake up, walk outside, take a drive and it feels like i am seeing the world for the first time some days i have no control over myself; i am ruled by my sideburns some days end before they...
Wayne Tate11 days ago
A True Story
there is a flea living in my hairy navel, a queer little bug named Francine from Mexico City’s finest tequila joint, and he told me once as i slept and dreamt of high school book reports that there is...
Greg Sanchez11 days ago
Inside This Oven
Inside this oven where i belong I flip through pots and pans going beyond what most mortals have. I can smell how the butter leavens, my senses hide the secret code that could replicate (precisely emu...
Cameron Pastore12 days ago
Psychedelic
So nice, so kind and pure. Once of what she was, 'til she found a new world, one filled with illusions and joy. She used these tiny pills as toys, knowing what they could do. Some might say she had no...
Prasun Parimal 12 days ago
When Nights Are Bright
When nights are bright And days are gloomy Prize is scarce And silence roomy Blues are mine And minds loony I break the surface Set up new rules. When ills are lively And times are cold Hope is scarce...
Arthur Hasekura12 days ago
My Brother
What should I tell you Of the home you left behind? Your likeness, Decked in blue and white uniform, Dots the halls you once walked through. Your game console, Standing like a lone sentinel, Awaits hi...
Lucas Joanis12 days ago
Heat
The Sun arising feasts the sleet of snow, Quenching yeast with water from its melt, Umb’ring the boreal bunny pelt, Emaciating winter cajoled b’low. The calendar marking solstice marks bazaar, Sapiens...
Josh Flannagan13 days ago
Empty
Level-Headed Whole-Hearted Heavy-Handed ebbs and flows of Times and time again we aren’t tall enough to reach the proverbially literal Cookie jar while the metaphysical Cookie jar sits closer much, mu...
Saturn Aurora14 days ago
My Dawn and Dusk
My life is the cycle of dawn and dusk, Lay bare to witness the repeat of life and death Listen to my cry when the moon is high And withstand the beating drums of my desires and sins I am marked with t...
Arthur Hasekura14 days ago
Dreams of an Insomniac
As my skin goes cold with awe, I clasp my hands, in prayer, at the rainbow’s end. Perhaps, here, I will find the virtuous gold I’ve searched for in the prophets’ eyes. My chin folds sleepily into my c...
Arthur Hasekura14 days ago
That Titan, Depression
Imagine rolling a boulder up a hill, only to watch it fall again, All the while having a planet chained to your broken, bloodied back. And, if you ever stop to take a breath, a crow comes to tear out ...
Unity Addison16 days ago
An Act of Bondage
Anorexia— An act of bondage with no safe word, That thrives off your fear. The more you scream, the more you shout— The more enticing you appear. Feeding off your vulnerabilities It pins you to the gr...
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Rees Marshall16 days ago
No Name Tim: Origin
There once was a window who had no name, but we just called him No Named Tim. He is a very quiet window. No Name Tim is also very clean, for nobody comes to look outside of him and smudge their filthy...
Saturn Aurora18 days ago
A Swan Song Lost in Time
Hear now the hidden song that resonates the archaic melody The Chilling tone lost in time’s fleeting whisper Heaven weeps to the trumpet that heralds our destiny So let the divine tune ring out from b...
LIFE MAZI18 days ago
Introducing Alice
Cutting off four inches And framing my face with a fringe of new identities I decided this sacrifice was necessary Because I desired change. My hair had been personified Given a beautiful name By a pe...