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.

Lexys Sillin10 days ago
A Spot for Everyone
There’s a spot for everyone: Sometimes in the gap of gum where a tooth split. Burly hands tried to guide and slipped in the process. It was an awfully out of place tooth as is. Now, there’s more room ...
Miss Mariah11 days ago
Half Full
I feel like my days are yo-yoing From good to bad Content to wtf Certain to conflicted I can`t seem to find stability Nothing is structurally sound The hours are running together But then the minutes ...
A.R. Marquez14 days ago
Death One Within Blue Heart
This is Blue Heart The dead have risen from their depths Claiming souls with angry jaws White suits litter the chaos with a hail of gunfire Not enough to condemn the mightiest Run to them for savior H...
Maelyn Jeffers14 days ago
Thoughts of the Past
Thoughts of the past Thoughts of the past are keeping me awake Thoughts of the past make me want to scream about the pain in my soul Thoughts of the past make me question my sanity Thoughts of the pas...
Sheena Ann15 days ago
The Thoughts
Have you ever felt like you're all alone in a crowded room but so many people around you when all you feel is dead inside I wish you could let go and be free you felt sad but you are alive in life to ...
Jaden Bleu15 days ago
Prayers for Her (Pt. 15)
Father, Open her spiritual eyes to see your power so mighty! May she not take your word lightly. Open her spiritual eyes so she knows the enemy's wiles. May she be equipped with the stamina to walk th...
James Quinn16 days ago
Time and Time Again
Time and Time again (A mini-montage) “To everything, there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.”- Ecclesiastes 3:1, King James Bible Song of the Time-Wizard I stretch out my hand Exte...
Domenica Curro17 days ago
My Hole
Scared, as if it was a threat feeling culpable again for being alert drained, to justify myself to feel different what if he sticks around? I don't want him to drag up what I dig down what if, instead...
A.R. Marquez18 days ago
Unhallowed Heartbeat Requiems
Darkness fears my shadow I saunter through fires abandoned Streets decay 'neath my hooves Buildings blacken upon my presence The dead rue my arrival The inebriated dig their own graves What's left of ...
Autumn Knight18 days ago
In December, I Had a Reverie
In December, I had a reverie. In this reverie, I resided in a wooden house That creaked with each footstep. It was gloomy within this home. In this reverie, I rested in a wooden chair That held my bac...
Andrew Arnett19 days ago
Opening Song
Couple of dogs sitting by my side. I’m in Fort Bragg on the edge of nowhere. this is the first poem of the year. the year is 2019. there is a low hum from a machine, there is the darkness outside. the...
Joshua Williams21 days ago
Fate. 2019. (A Resolution and a Manifesto)
open heart/open mind/this is us
A.R. Marquez22 days ago
Into the Mouth of Disease
I must confess The sour smell of your lies is intriguing Tell me you'll never let me go and I'll tell you stories of hopes and dreams that wrinkle towards the end Include me in your starlight memories...
Alina Gallupe22 days ago
A Child's Fear
She curled herself into a ball, trying to take up as little space as possible. She considered hiding under the bed, or maybe in the closet, but that's where the monsters came from. So, she wedged hers...
Jaden Bleu23 days ago
Prayers for Her (Pt. 14)
Father, She cries out to you and you hear hear cry, surely you will deliver her from all her troubles. You are close to her and you saved her, even when she was brokenhearted and harbored a crushed sp...
Shweta Devgan24 days ago
Golden Clock with Golden Time
Dreaming of a golden Clock, With a golden vision, And with an Evergreen mission, With a pendulum of tweeting golden bird, Giving many hours of Success, And many more minutes of Peace, Only few seconds...
Kiefer Jackson24 days ago
Shedding Ghosts
Something troubled has been haunting these neurological pathways I'm just not the same with my phantom wings I embraced the cove Through my architectural domain I always knew the heights where I catch the memories in the new horizon awaken the flame where the sun melts the numbing agents back into pain in the wake of nocturnal rays burning everything alive within the reach of solar soaking in ideas and dreams I call it home found my place lost in the eye of the storm hidden in the eye of every s...
Alina Gallupe25 days ago
The People that Never Sleep
It seems like I am always waiting. Waiting for 5 pm. Waiting for the T. Waiting for the weekend. Waiting for the Lyft driver to pull up. When I'm not waiting, I'm rushing. Rushing to class. Rushing to...