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.

Violet P. Davies18 days ago
Yellow
A glowing ball of putty pulp Squelching around deep in your abdomen It flinches at the splash of alcohol Cased in skin, cloaked in black and blue When you want to hurt, and you take off your head You ...
Neil Kelly19 days ago
An Unknown Age of Art
It must have been prideful, Opening shop in our little great city in an age of paper-filled knowledge. Standing stern yet existing only where the common street urchins do. Although you demanded, from ...
Zion Volante20 days ago
Reflection of the Lesson
Once upon a dream... we sat in a land of future, in different realms at the same time. Daunting all our grievances to the innards of our soul, of our egos. We sat pitched in a tint of disdain for what...
Ink Mouse20 days ago
She Red/Chaos
Single like always he was, Jeff partied, drunk, but didn’t smoke, but she did. Red dress lipstick, make up with hair as dark as night. He fell in love but soon his face full of fright, she was red, he...
Pacho Poetry20 days ago
Changes
What comes around might never get to stick around Unbeknownst to the shallows is what's buried deep in the ground Time and chance decide who gets to keep the crown What then does the king do when his ...
Carla Bisschoff20 days ago
The Sound of Angels
There’s a place Where you can Hear the sound of Angels as they speak Through the six pillars that lines The door Only the ones with keys Can unlock the sacred Melodies form by the Angels tongue. Darli...
A.R. Marquez23 days ago
Where Angels Fear to Tread
When she speaks her words expel genocide Indoctrination of the simple the weak the profane Our hands drip blood painting the Earth with crimson hues and convoluted lies Deprecation is our new reality ...
Bella Coralloa month ago
Child of the Universe
Child of the Universe She was born on Earth, With all human features. But there was something about the way The Moonlight hit her face That made her vastly different. She would cry to the stars at nig...
Medication
My medicine calls Me home to bed from A place I don’t belong. A fairytale of sorts We’re the birds peck At my unbalanced brain, The scarecrows use wrench’s And screwdrivers to pull Out the flowers fro...
A.R. Marqueza month ago
From the Mouths of Sadists
As we fall back through black holes and irises scorned Heaven crumbles among us Was this His plan? Were we forsaken? Left to wither out like embers from the mouths of sadists We degrade ourselves Muti...
darcie aa month ago
Installment I
I feel so fragile. I can soar at the smallest of compliments but shatter at seemingly innocent words. Words like "almost"; so lightly used by the speaker they seem like a flutter on the breeze, but in...
My Mom Never Taught Me How to Apologize
I learnt that the lump in my throat Was a ball of all the words I didn't say The I love yous I swallowed I put all the I miss yous under my pillow And the love poems I wrote you I hid them in my heart...
Jasleen kaura month ago
Sleep
We are not only sleeping when our eyes are close and mind is shut We are also sleeping when we don't have control over our life When we let other to control the steering wheel of our life When we let ...
A.R. Marqueza month ago
Moments Within a Reverie
I have awakened in the world between the corridors of our hearts We walk through the essence that still beats here It is our timeless episode rearranged to encompass the lost years in between Sometime...
Roman Poliaka month ago
Patina
They’ve said "see you" and never seen each other again They’ve said "love you" and never loved each other again This isn’t a poem about leaving But about moving forward And it’s slight nuances (forget...
Teya Hoopera month ago
Sleep Paralysis
I swear I hear something. I turn slightly on my side, glancing towards the noise. I see nothing. Shrugging I go to turn back over. But I cant. My heart speeds up a little. Why can’t I move? Suddenly a...
Tanya Rodrigueza month ago
Memory
I can be human I can be object I can strike in your dreams I can interupt your conscious mind I make conflict between your feelings But I can bring back thoughts you once lost I travel time but always...
Mindy Sleepera month ago
Frozen Still
In the beginning, there was hope. Now we are barely holding on to the rope. Day by day, I watch as the darkness grows. My heart breaks, yet they do not know. I could tell my heart, yet I wonder what g...