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.

Trai Hawthornea month ago
Healing Ain't Easy
“Going through a healing ain't easy. So many suppressed emotions, unwanted feelings, heavy heart, heavy breathing, fearing the anxiety will take me over. Feel like I'm going insane and off my game. I ...
Lemonade Tears
Lemonade tears are like Marmalade fears: coated up in your wildest imaginations Fruity shells of your smallest acts of compassion You, you didn't know what was going to happen, you kept dreaming, crea...
Mac Ratchita month ago
No Destiny
Never sold irreparable heart Oldest soul flarin bright within the coldest hold in the dark Like the stars, beyond light years and astrological charts Gotta think smart I'm a target, regardless of a sh...
Iain Ja month ago
Homo Sapien Examines Himself
I bring rage and bitterness in equal measure From the weighty past, dragging me back Every thought, every image, every memory Springing unbidden from the wellspring of imagination Tinting the glass in...
Jose Maderaa month ago
My Greatest of Life's Gift Was to Give You Life
The best moment of my life was to see you finally arrive. Right away. I went out and bought the biggest pink bear I could find. Your mom was in great pain as she gave that last push and brought you in...
Mel E. Furnisha month ago
Surrealness
Ever get hit with surrealness? Makes you feel like you've lived, Like you've already seen this. Sometimes a word, Sometimes an inside joke or phrase. Sometimes appearance stirred, Sometimes an express...
Migdalia Torresa month ago
Fertile Fields
A cobbled stone made of red brick, which I picked up and placed on a solid white rock pressed against Venus whose tales of Fertile Fields were just not true The myths of the Greek Goddess Blue Moon wh...
Pooka Mitchella month ago
In the Grave
I feel like I'm drowning. Every secret and feeling I ever had has been pounding against my skull like a fist to a face. Trying to deal with every triumph in my life and still make sure the ones I love...
Iain Ja month ago
Christmas Morning ‘18
Where did you go? I remember spring days the shadows were long that year my tube socks were pulled down until they bunched like day old donuts at my ankles. I spent a lot of time outside those months ...
As Far as Your Lips from Mine
Maybe we got wet Under the same, identical rain. Maybe we spilled the same tears Under different bed sheets. Maybe we thought of each other Under the same peace of our restless spirits. Maybe we are b...
Ashley T.a month ago
Beautiful People
We quietly departed from twilight gazing at the stars overshooting the sky with ease with space but unalike it was all recast with daylight And it dawned on me, quite right that I was latching onto th...
Lexys Sillina month ago
Good Morning
Time gave way and fled in awe- How do I deserve the pleasure? For all the names I can recall, could not provide an even ledger. Machines, Motown and marbled counter, cannot deter from legs traversed. ...
Violet P. Daviesa month ago
The Ringing in My Ears
It’s in my ears And then it’s in the room Like headphones slipping out of the jack That shot of fear In the second and a half or so It takes to realize what has transpired And resolve it before judgem...
Black Cats & Bonfires
The black cats have stolen a piece of my soul every daybreak as the sun sets As the moon becomes my midnight snack I can feel The bonfires have grown hotter, the moon wider and the crowd has gotten bi...
The Little Ghost
She cowered beneath the midnight sun, beneath the waves of Halloween She opened my body and peeled me like orange, drank my blood like sweet wine and drank me dry My body became her capsule, and my gh...
Stay Creepy
They say I am Uncharacteristically psychotic My brain is the very graveyard that ghosts haunt and goblins mark. Were blood becomes my rivers and lakes as I taste the galaxies in the crevices of my gum...
A Witch
I cast a spell to make you fall in love I am nothing but darkness that hides in the crevices of your eyes The very tears I drink in my salted caramel tea You have kissed a witch's lips but I never cas...
Poem: The Monster
The darkness covers my body like veil. The monster calls my name from the riverbend as the darkness befriends my troubled mind I can feel its claws on my very skin, as I pray to Satan to let it be kno...