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.

Alice Stanley14 days ago
Altered States
Altered states S y m t o m s o f D e m e n t i a : Speech impairment Mood switches Memory loss Focus lost Reasoning fails --- Occasional loss of reality --- "But who is to say what Is real and what is...
Violet P. Davies15 days ago
Colour (Closer)
Dance, oh You know how Flow through my skin I will drink you, drink you in But not too full yet I don't know what I might get So I watch, here For in Eden there's no fear Oh........ Closer You see wha...
Roleby Colvin16 days ago
kNOwledge
Knowledge… Know the ledge from which you leap… I never even caught the edge before I fell. Down deep dark into the twisting nether of whatever world I left behind and created new from false sprung hop...
Rebecca Mahar17 days ago
Summer Feelings
Nights lost among bright stars and empty bottles of alcohol. The feeling in my soul is that of a lost pup blinded by a snowstorm. I cannot feel, I cannot see. I wish for it to vanish like a puff of sm...
Andrew Landers18 days ago
Surrender
Reluctantly present amongst toxic fumes of self-malice fueled by feelings of unforgiving shame. Stranded in solitude whilst surrounded by a conscious community. Preferring the company of poisonous tho...
Cayleigh Hughes19 days ago
Sail Station
Who did sail for her, Along a middle sea? Ruin caused to tyranny. by forced espionage. Compass, show us to water, by sister stars formation. The West Indies insides bled with manifest destiny. *** The...
Eftixia Mesiskli20 days ago
Tales and Other Drugs
“Up for a fairy tale?” he asked. I looked at him. For three seconds, that is, and then looked away. Experienced a bizarre déjà vu. I remember the time I was still a kid and the most adorable woman I k...
Eureka! 💡21 days ago
War
Religious wars and futile aspirations, A billion people going on a hasten! Of death and life the future generations, Create a world of moral obligation. Nothing ventured nothing ever waded, A life wit...
Eureka! 💡21 days ago
The Sickness
A life of viral hallucinations, Giving me religious ecstasy! And through the years of physical sensations, Become a man pure and scary. Suffer from the social isolation! A feeling like an early mornin...
Time
Perhaps you really aren't evil But instead just slow to show That the beauty you have given Is one that most will never know. You taught me that some laughters Know how to fill my cracks And the flood...
Steven Baldry22 days ago
I Used to Dream...
I Used To Dream. I used to dream of white picket fences... A wide open space where a castle was built. A princess to be my queen in a world of beauty... In time the dream faded as the castle began to ...
Alissa Cassel22 days ago
The Quiet Young Elf Lady
Deep in the woods Under a tree, sits a young elf lady. Her long black hair blows in the wind, dappled in light and shade. In her lap, lies a book, covered in words of fantasy. Telling of Humans, and their strange world, and how dangerous they can be. Deep in the woods lurks a man, Rope and bow at the ready. Hiding in the shadows, He sees her there, The Quiet Young Elf Lady. In his brain, a plan there forms, of evil and pain and money. He captures her, he thinks, and he will be rich beyond compar...
Nicole Blake22 days ago
The Atlantic Stole My Glasses
We make it there just in time The air is full She yells for me to hurry Everything is wet She stops smiling to yell The face contorts Harsh waves crashing into her legs She rushes forward I laugh at h...
Michael avant22 days ago
Furnace
Worried for our concerns as they continue to crave a Listener, How have we, somehow, become slaves to a Prisoner? Again and again with your entitlement, When you no longer have it will you know what y...
Bad Habits, Die Young
Hold out your hand because I'm in the palm of it. You're a bad habit And I'll die young because of it. Alone between the walls My mind races to the finish line You keep to your side And I'll keep to m...
Blank Canvas Syndrome
I'm sorry if I seem unkind It's just my own worry I talk and talk to push that boat out from Bewilderment Harbour It doesn't matter what I say Or whether or not I'm, in fact, saying anything Sometimes...
The Color Wild
She sat, feeling the soft sand between her toes and a cold glass bottle of wine in her palm. Portraits formed by tiny, brilliant dots painted themselves on the black sky. The edge of the shore glowed ...
A. R. Ambrosi24 days ago
Violet Confidence
There are elusive secrets In the coils of her curls Secrets even she Hasn't learned yet They whisper In some unknown language She doesn't understand But They taste a little Like How birthday cake tast...