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.

Kadesh Vegaa month ago
Distant
In a dismal land where those of old have roamed beyond the faint grasps of light amidst array of trees solitude awakens perpetual dreams of that which has never been Though I search through paths of s...
Remember
Remember we are lost and we don't want to be found. Surrounded by the storm of our own making, thunder has become our friend. Love not known cannot be expressed with our natural ruthlessness. Yet abid...
Emily Waddlinga month ago
Dreams of Peace
I heard a broadcast just this morning That gave my heart a pull That a toast of peace was drank And the golden cup full. I sat there and listened With wonderment and awe I ran in turned the TV on And ...
Hannah Javensa month ago
The Wrong Sailor Taken
O’ Hope–O’ frail thing made from feathers and sea wind– What do you see when you gaze downward? Our prize has been won with hard-earned blood and steel Our ship has suffered every shock, every crash N...
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Jade Saoa month ago
Untitled No. 28
My eyes are filming frames— memories of us in abundance like it’s B-Roll Loving you has poured light into my soul, making my empty parts feel whole again. Mendin’ broken pieces like you sealed them to...
A.R. Marqueza month ago
In the Caverns of the Plague Doctors
I’ve only been able to catch a glimpse of her. She resembles nothing save a fragmented silhouette of who she used to be. An emptiness in her eyes and gravel in her voice. It sets my teeth on edge. A v...
GARY DEANa month ago
Mindful Youth
Fond the memories of distant past where youth beguiled my form. Latter days of teenage calm would balance the carefree charm. Free was the mind for playful wants, simple and un-complex Differ the memo...
Cassiie Etiennea month ago
Restless
12 AM: I’m tired, so tired. I lay here staring at the ceiling, at this black-white of nothing. Then soon the moonlight hits the trees causing their shadows to play along with the walls and painting a ...
GARY DEANa month ago
Subconscious
You think you’re in control but really you ain't Your mind takes one path but that's just a feint your subconscious alive stays true to itself It’s like two exists instead of myself Your hands are sha...
Tracey Phillipsa month ago
Paradise
Paradise which means land of many waters falls… The moment you arrive you are showered upon It’s a warm greeting of cum in and let’s show you around. You will have a helpful tour guide that will moan ...
Sarah Warringtona month ago
You Saw Me Coming, Didn't You??
You saw me coming, didn't you? My broken, fragile heart, already deeply scarred, on display for all to see, crying out for that someone who would complete me, who would fix me, who would share my life...
Nyctophobia
You Creep into my existence each night Shielding my eyes from the fading light Trepidation tiptoeing towards heart The increase an drop of a ponderous start Silence simulating my mind, a feeling of hy...
RJ Saxona month ago
A Day at the See Side
Looking out the window on a hot sunny day. A wide smile on my face. Were going out today. To a place where my childhood memories were made. Been a few weeks attempting to muster the courage. To get my...
Alex Brilla month ago
“Why Fear Death”
Are you afraid of the inevitable? By that I mean are you afraid of death? I mean yeah it’s kinda scary. But maybe it’s how you die not when you die. It also might have to do with what it does to your ...
Celious Blanca month ago
Cancerous
The colours flash before me Blinding, so I can't see Internally judgemental Is what I smell on your skin So pungent that all I can do is grimace In an effortless hope to pass the time The lines, Draw ...
A. R. Ambrosia month ago
Witchling
She didn't know She was magic She didn't know That specks of fairy dust Lingered On strands of her hair How long it took her To realise She could fly What sparks of chaos Could burst From her fingers ...
The Crossing Bridge
There I stood in somber notion. The fog fell between the trees. And as I looked beyond the pathway, My tired eyes sunk with ease. I see the stepping stones before me, The wooden bridge that stretched ...
Nikou Alemia month ago
Tarnished
Mummy was there. She was reading. Pearched on our white wheelie chairs. The ones that squeak when you spin on them. Then she looked up from her crusty old book. The ones that drag on and losses my int...