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.

Pedro Ribeiro9 months ago
Smoke
Smoke, Divine creation. Soft and hard, Sensation of delight Pure pleasure... Inhale, Blow, Breathe. White mist Clouding my insight, Blinding my mind, Hit after hit. Happiness... I don't think I've eve...
Jasmine Taylor9 months ago
Marionette
Salutations, must I introduce myself? Oh, my sincerest apologies to you, I remain anonymous. Well, I will begin this way: I am a doll, a marionette with a grotesque appearance. For I hope you do not m...
Neon Odyrah9 months ago
New Horizon
Tick, Tock, It's 01:30 am You did it again, that which you promised not to Did you make an effort not to break your promise? Did you even show any form of resistance? Back to the point of origin After...
Celious Blanc9 months ago
Destiny
Sometimes, dreams fuse with reality Until all that can be deciphered Are shattered edges of memories Woven through lines That draw circles around hands Shaped like moons Up in the stars I can see a cl...
Laurel Kellum9 months ago
Beneath My Fingertips
To forever hide from reality in fantasy achieves nothing. It is easy to make the mythical seem fantastic—as it is in its nature. But what about reality? How do you take reality, and make it a place wo...
Ahmed N. Gretly9 months ago
The Bear, the Wolf, and the Man with the Long Black Coat
​It all comes down to the three; the Bear, the Wolf, and the Man In the Long Black Coat. I have thought about it time and time again, during periods of deep brooding as a result of constant insomnia, ...
Alexandria Nova9 months ago
Serenity at Its Finest
You think that one day, The pain may never go away, And in the darkness there is always quiet And somehow monster's still come out to play. I bet they can hear my heartbeat, It's probably beating like...
Kaylyn Newcomb9 months ago
Open Eyes
In the calming noise of the whispering oaks, by the sea of tranquility, under the stars of a thousand hearts beating. Dreaming and wishing are for fools, so I am a fool. I am a hopeless being in a hop...
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Zac Burgess9 months ago
The City I Grew Up In
The city I was born in sprouted vines along the streets And when I was an infant they would wrap themselves around my legs I was never afraid of them Until I got older they never really cared, not eve...
Anya B9 months ago
Tick Tick Tick
Tick Tick Tick It’s far too late for my eyes to still be open Tick Tick Tick My back aches, my sheets are ripped from the corners of my bed Sliding closer to me Tick Tick Tick My bladder begs to be em...
Michael avant9 months ago
Inhuman
Discover me, for I am nowhere close to Recovery, Struggling to reclaim the ground that was stolen Out from under me. A junkyard of broken hearts and I'm "The man" around These parts, Allow me to "Curb...
J A Miller9 months ago
I Would Eat Anything
I would eat anything. I would devour anything. Anything Sweet. Anything Hot. As long as it's tasty. The very thought of getting something in my mouth excites me. Wrapping my tongue around anything hot...
Taylor Young9 months ago
River Cosmic
In such radical youth, I found no shame, I heeded no hymns of the herald of Hades. Each act as a sun ray to the endless void, The streams of the cosmos conducting me along. What sweet innocence that w...
Lexie M9 months ago
Falling Now
There's nothing to break our fall. Dear goddess, why is there nothing to break our fall? Who are these people? I don't know them, nor the gray soccer mom mobile I'm currently strapped in. I don't look...
Magellanic Clouds
Watch the Magellanic clouds, as they're rising in the dark, Inspiration for a man. Are they there or are they not? One can never know. Through eternity we march, nothing to marvel, nor to see, but the...
Mattie M.9 months ago
Lite Brite
In softness of her voice The echo of her heart radiates with joy Lights up the night with emerald light In the atmosphere the angel flies Showers of love stomp her feet on the floor Candy Ravers dance...
terry simmons9 months ago
The Walk
an unshaven face emerges from the night's crusted oceans plastic stick and chemical abrasion flash moist scented streams burnt air reminds/ better ways lost focus drowning metal spirit faint featureless shapes whispering years running tiny steps crash, leap, disappear soft melted hands merging flowing descending words tied whipped, flogged sold items hang in blank reason forgotten little corners gather with protest red dotted corn fields spread behind pointed guarded hedgerows The engine becomes...
Pip Less9 months ago
Contemplating Form
It may become itself over and over like a wave until there is infinite form to which shapelessness may surrender. Inexhaustible extension with possibility for inevitable restriction- contraction denia...