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.

Annaah Malik9 days ago
Candy Man - Dean Corll
I remember how much I loved to work at the candy shop, I had a sweet-tooth. Not just for candies but for the temptations that drove me crazy. My mother taught me to be a good boy, well-mannered and ho...
Violet P. Davies10 days ago
Late Night, Foggy Fever
The nerves in my feet are blood-hot And I don’t know why Behind my forehead everything is dead But the sky is crackling And I don’t want to go to sleep, Even though I can feel myself falling, falling,...
Charlene Ellison11 days ago
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Some might say I am the life of the party and make a grand entrance to be seen There is nothing wrong with enjoying life if you don’t lose yourself while doing it Clubs are all fun in games yet not al...
Teddi Coleman11 days ago
Caged In
Is life too sacred to protect To the fact where you end up dead. Or already burying your own grave. Letting no space or air to come in Growing into emptiness and the desire for Freedom, to breathe wit...
Troy V11 days ago
6:45 AM
Not a morning person. Who still goes by the textbook? I'll pass on the worms. Sleep equals proper functioning somehow I constantly toss and turn. First check eleven minutes before a quarter to seven. ...
Mearah Manalo11 days ago
A Thought
I was raised with the notion that God will love us unconditionally So why cant we do that with each other With every sister and brother Is it such a bother When we find ourselves hiding from strangers...
A. R. Ambrosi12 days ago
A Calculated Dream
The stars that were promised I can never get enough But I don't want them I know That it will take time But The ivory trade For my consciousness Is curiously crying At my beckoning We lost our way At ...
A. R. Ambrosi12 days ago
Dreamful
These visions pull me under Again All I can do is watch Helplessly As scenes unfold before me Showing me Something I didn't ask for Showing me Perhaps? The way A solar eclipse Drenches my consciousnes...
A. R. Ambrosi12 days ago
Where All Her Magic Gathers
Items have a tendency To float in here Residual magic lingers Wherever she neglectfully Drops it in sprinklings Here and there Sometimes The cats' fur stands on end And the poor creatures lick in vain...
A. R. Ambrosi12 days ago
Fierce
Anyone could see She was pretty Her hair fell In near-perfect spirals She liked to wear flowers In those curls The ivory of her skin Suggested all the frailty Of lace But no one told you She was fierc...
Amanda Zylstra12 days ago
The Craft
I banished you from doing harm to others. Your hate will come back with the power of three. It will come back threefold directly at you and those around you. There will be car accidents and chaos. Thi...
Charel Celompte12 days ago
Gunslinger
They say she smells of gunpowder, The only remainder of countless bullets crafted of shooting stars. Rounds of hope fired desperately at the crescent moon praying her only wish will come true once the...
Marissa shook12 days ago
Metamorphosis
Close your eyes and scream Scream with every last atom of air in your lungs Scream 'til your throat burns Like life depends on it Scream with hot Tears streaming down your face Your screams make no so...
Darkness
A black raven's nest upon my head, Weathered leather rests upon my back. Red fingernails shifting gears. Long lashes fighting back the tears. Moving in circles, town to town, not sure of what's ahead....
Katrina Thornley12 days ago
Instinct
There's a life Behind a hidden door, That can't be found in the daylight Where faces fade and masks glow. It's in the bottom of an ocean At the base of a tree Behind layers of bark Where fingers can't...
Emily Ericson13 days ago
Insignificance
The size of a marble may lead one to infer That the world will fall off the edge Of a pointy cliff and into the abyss of nothingness. The minuscule cells of a four-leaf clover Can still feel misplaced...
Steven Jones13 days ago
Dark Energy Propulsion
Me? I am from a super three string dimension, where it’s always 12 NOON. Dark folk & light folk are real COOL. New mothers allow Truth to flow freely from their breasts to their Daughters & Sons. Ther...
Kiana Lin14 days ago
The Words I Didn't Say
At least a poem a day in, beginning in Autumn.