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.

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raegan laynea month ago
All the World Is Breathing
you're not real, well i'm not either the wax moon melts and we are the fever i know i'm stoned and a sloppy mess but would my heart fit into the hole in your chest a ripple on my cue in the grand lake...
Rob Reidburna month ago
The Dream Hunt
The dogs are after me First there was just one, a little slow I stay ahead of it, breaking for the building. But then, in some trees, I see the silhouette of another. It's a pack, and they know I'm he...
Lucinda Lyonsa month ago
The Scurravins Fly to the Moon
Once upon a time Mr & Mrs Scurravin sat on a log They had had a lot of time to think over it It had seemed like a good idea at the time Nobody was around and it was very, very quiet. They started off ...
Wind Messenger
I rest, as the wind is calm At last my wandering here at the edge without a guide, I only hear the messenger's gentle whispers. I remember when the wind first came with the dawn And stole me away, so ...
Life Whispers
Life, the reflection or celebration of spirit. Seen, beyond our horizons or within the mirrors we seek. Upon so many faces, voices speaking tales of wishful traces, and places we keep Steps that find ...
Haley Ka month ago
Ozymandias
The traveler of old came to visit me, and sat at the foot of my feet. No longer from a land of antiquity, I had never again expected to meet. "Ozymandias," said they, "King of kings," said I. The trav...
Orihara Kanraa month ago
Escape
Feeling all sorts of things, whether obscure or delightful feelings all of us feeling either trapped under some dome for us non-travelers or feeling as though time passes us by with everyone around us...
Danny Sabaa month ago
TH3 C0D3
Part 1 TH3 C0D3 0n a night wher3 th3 waves just crashed 0n th3 sh0r3, Wher3 w3 weren't entirely sur3, What lif3 w0uld bring for us, what life even meant, W3 shared a moment, that w3 will never f0rget....
Bridget Meiera month ago
The Revival
A long path seemingly downtrodden, Its hollow trees and browning leaves are merely forgotten. It maps the way to a place so long ago travelled, not yet dead but dying. Vibrant life is a-thriving, desp...
Zoe Mizea month ago
Fairy Ground
Dance. Dance! Dance round- On fairy ground. Sing. Sing! Sing songs— Of the coming spring. Lock your heart In a secret chest. Lock your heart, So you may do what’s best. Wands. Wings. Hands. Seams. Dan...
Joseph Lenza month ago
I Am
I pretend to show kindness I feel no remorse for the evil committed I touch the death of cold flesh I worry no longer of the suicides left behind Tears of delight for retribution I am sadistic I am ha...
Dreams of Terror
Wrapped in one’s own grief And blinded by your strife Shall nothing go unnoticed Until the middle of the night. Where light will come from pastures black And people of honour Will let their honour sla...
Adam Riversa month ago
Epoch Witness
Epoch witness Father time visiting his 3 o'clock mistress Cheating on space unlocking the viscous Kicked in the cock here comes the sickness Spewing out just about everything in existance Big bang att...
Katrina Thornleya month ago
Night Shade
Your poison was so beautiful I took a bite, And relished in the taste of defeat. Despite warnings and signs I strove To turn the poison to healing, Taking flowers and stem The petals and oils To the h...
Violet P. Daviesa month ago
Bottomless
I fell to the ground But I felt no ground beneath me So I looked up at the stars But all I could find was a dead black sky And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober For my glass is never empty, bu...
Rowan Finleya month ago
When Those Demons Come Knocking, Then Come Up Swinging
When those demons come knockingthen come up swinging with The Word with The Sword with The Promise of Salvation and Authorityin The Namethere is no blamethere is no defeat there is no threat they can'...
Fear
There was a noise, deep down in my chest. There was that perennial thud. My heart? Nay. Something a little less here. Something a little more there. Yes. Something all together old. Thud. That thing t...
Gladys W. Muturia month ago
Bad Sinner
Everybody knows I'm a bad sinner I can't compete because I'm not a winner I have made bad decisions I'm not proud of it I have grown cruel of it Makes me feel devious Going after my ungrateful desires...