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.

Mario Castelli19 days ago
Enigma
Beauty and pain that I see, strolling through brimstone the world constantly breathes, Tell me, the world that loves to hate, why is it that you blatantly block thy gates? Running blue as the tides an...
LIFE MAZI19 days ago
Fragments of Me Part 4
I hold both art and people in separate hands And weigh out which one is heavier. Somewhere along the line I learnt that if something had more weight And substance to it, It was worth more As it feels ...
Skylar Rella19 days ago
Feel
Today’s one of those days That I remember How to feel. It’s a day of reflection, Yet it’s a day that stands alone. Everything comes together In the simplest ways And I feel again. I walk alone in the ...
Will Sheffield20 days ago
Tic-Tac-Toe
I'm sick of the fringes Sick of these twinges Sick of the exes on exes on exes Sick of them grinnin Should've known beginnin Choosing between you shouldn't and don't When you give in, Winning you won'...
Alistair Hume20 days ago
Void
A far off memory inside a shattered dream speaks to me Questioning what is real and what is not A memory of voids merging, darkness expanding Across a pale horizon Swelling and consuming endlessly and...
Jay Wilson20 days ago
Tomorrow
I’ll do it tomorrow I say with a sigh It can wait But it’s all a lie The sun slowly sets A day is over Tomorrow I will Hush now be still Tomorrow then dawns It’s a bright new day Time to now do All th...
Cassiie Etienne21 days ago
Echo
I shout, screaming, but all I hear is my own echo screaming back at me. It's coming back at me, in all directions, my voice screaming back at me I cover my ears, I don't know where to go... I'll close...
Arthur Hasekura21 days ago
The Philosopher's Abyss
Through aching, blurred eyes, I stare into the dark, Regarding the world as one does a wisp of smoke. My throat tastes of blood; I ache with the emptiness. And, with blood-shot eyes, the Abyss stares ...
Assi Assi22 days ago
You and Me
That day, everything was so beautiful. The weather was beautiful, and I was thinking to write some verses. After my breakfast, I took my pen and the beautiful notebook gifted by my best-friend. On my ...
Matt Miani22 days ago
Drift
When you wake up Can’t see Can’t breathe You know you’re already done. The familiar twist in your stomach Sheer terror breaking your body Every muscle clenched to tearing Releasing them only makes it ...
N.Zbornak 22 days ago
Vestigial Superstition
The Devil is a gardener He'll plow your field and Lay it thick with sweet loam. He'll fertilize your thoughts With dreams of a flower jungle. When you are close to ripeness Your blossom just beginning...
Tasia Lorraine22 days ago
Beautiful Hatred
His muffled scream It echos though the gag makes it impossible to comprehend I play with the knife in my hand And watch as his eyes widen As he realizes how little time remains. I close my eyes and ju...
And They Walk
They walk in the streets, their signs shimmer and glow with more than just words. They stand in the fields, their hands scratched and worn as they remember the stories of family, of life before. They ...
Branko Nikovski24 days ago
The Martyr of Reason
1. Broken dreams for eternity A puppet toward nothingness A loser for reality Ignorance toward selfishness ''He's crazy !'' - they said. ''He knows what we ignore'' - they cried. ''Ignore him'' - they...
Megan S24 days ago
The Beast Inside
Don’t tell a lie you can’t hide the beast inside, it grabs you any chance it gets. Twisting your insides until you can’t bare the pain any longer. Making you clench your stomach with such force that y...
Andrew Arnetta month ago
Mushroom Logic
It’s not bad, the way of the mushroom. living low, below the radar, out of sight from the blistering sun. hanging out in the cool damp underbrush living large off the decaying and dead matter feeding ...
A O Beldama month ago
Desecration of the Self
i'm not meant for this world i'm not built for stress or work i fall apart at the breeze the heat dissolves my seams i melt with the rain and crumble under pressure i am the flower in the mortar groun...
Lestin Wilsona month ago
Gain
Tell me, what benefit you have to hurt others? Tell me, how do you feel to deceive others? Does it make it you happy? Does it fill a hole in your heart? We see the news and we see the hate We see the ...