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.

Stickfolk
Clawing, scraping, dead on me, Breathing, taking, what you see, Empty walls and cloying white, Cancelling out all my sight. Bones stand out in sharp relief, Skin gone gray with more than grief, The ra...
Rachael Rumancek19 days ago
The Last Sigil
On my knees and certain, I pray to you and bow; Absolve this dying world of these bipedal parasites now. You were locked away for eons by Holy men an eternity ago, they then ruled over us throughout t...
hannah michelle19 days ago
Warm Bed
i listen to your breathing as your mind tip-toes into a slumber shallow enough for me to pull you out deep enough to slow each breath you reach for i watch your eyes falling as you cautiously step int...
Nat Richmond19 days ago
Divine
Too bad our passions cannot be transferred thru the means of telekinesis... cannot be shared by mere thought. Only thru the divine interception of intentions via soulmates can a thought be felt simult...
Jessica Dumas19 days ago
Oh to Be a Butterfly
Gliding far as the wind will carry me Flying as high as clouds in the bright blue sky Gleefully pain free like children running carefree With no worries where money will come from to buy Just the nece...
Amanda Zylstra19 days ago
People from the Past
There is a reason why people from your past don't make it into your future. We are balls of constant spinning energy. We move so fast we can't see ourselves being pulled in a different direction. The ...
Zeke Elliott20 days ago
Commitment
They are the mystery and beauty of life itself the beauty and doom of the surviving race the images of spiritual purity which I believe is them Sweet as nectar, golden and violet like the dawn their b...
Jaden Bleu20 days ago
Jewels in Pools of Grace
The jewels feared him as they should and they loved him even more because they knew what was in store. The book of remembrance was a thick one, but not as thick as it could be. If only more names coul...
A.R. Marquez21 days ago
Remnants of Our Shadows
Under guidance not fully coherent with the masses, I tremble Tremble away guilt ridden lies and devious, malnourished amorous blessings Now that I've run out of tears, who will be there to console the...
Echoing Deeps
Echoing deeps, blue around me, The songs of the cave surround. Water at my feet, dripping in the dark, Reflecting the glowing sparks. Whispers and sighs, Why open my eyes? When all I need do is reach?...
Drew Bond21 days ago
Their Heads Were Glowing
I had seven hundred big blocks in my bones, and my home planet in my head, when I stopped for rest along Central Park West. There was scraped golden sun paint down Eighty First Street, and they poured...
Amanda Zylstra21 days ago
House of Bad Luck
I once lived in the house of bad luck. It was haunted by spirits of dead friends who died in the 90’s from cancer. My living room was directly above the room he passed away in. I wouldn’t say the hous...
Obi A22 days ago
The Imaginary Other
The subconscious part of ourself is reflected in our perception of others. This is the true nature of how we experience those we perceive as others. That which presents itself as someone else but when...
Maelyn Hamilton22 days ago
My Own Company
Talking to myself Talking about the past Talking about the future Not judging myself for my thoughts Talking to myself I am my own company Keeping myself up at night with my own thoughts When no one i...
Kathleen Ogea22 days ago
Yancy
Driving US-90 headed to Effie’s Thoughts of lobster gumbo Made up girl inside my head Feeling the sting of her loss Even though she has not been found She was real She is real She is gone Got the stre...
Michael Grube23 days ago
Consolation from Death
I gave the darkness a name As it finally surrounded me. Death became my closest friend In those inevitable hours and minutes. My life never flashed before My eyes, as some people have said; But what I...
Abbey Sutton23 days ago
I Knew I'd Live Forever
The Ponder of a Monday Afternoon
Davion Findley23 days ago
King Wizard
I'll grab my lighter For the flames be lit To make it a little brighter My little green bic My crematoria such a might To hit gives you whiplash For a tiny little pipe One hit and its ash Beyond the s...