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.

Natasha Curtis9 months ago
Faith Be Changed
The lady Esther had just laid the children to sleep. As she gathers her thoughts of what the Lord may be doing, she walks the hall that leads to his bedchamber. She rounds the corner and cannot believ...
Borderline Pain
As so it goes, pain changes people and pain demands to be felt. Such life, a necessity yet so cliche. It breeds from Mozart to the Rolling Stones, or so much as a spiral, criss-cross. Forward and back...
Joke Marfsky9 months ago
Writer’s Anonymous
Hello, my name is Marv; The other day I realized I had a problem: I've been getting high off of pure visceral poetry. I've been looking for something that isn't there. A scientist, tripping and mad fr...
A.R. Marquez9 months ago
Defeatism
The time to breathe is nigh! We are the stuff of unknown. Embattled in and out of the years. I'll embrace you. Denounce you. Sing to you under harvest moons with swollen tongues and dreary eyes. I loo...
A.R. Marquez9 months ago
Beauty in Decay
A million outstretched arms beckon through fire-licked window panes. Torment displaced through shreds of decay. Silently we become. Somethings were meant to be. Somethings were meant to burn. Ashes da...
A.R. Marquez9 months ago
Footsteps of the Departed
Woebegone we define. Infuse our lives together to wither in each other's arms. We've become tempered to the tyranny that has set the veneer across our eyes. Trapped in the offing left by the chastisem...
Fish Eisley9 months ago
Voice
Everything happens in my throat tense tight pressed upwards vibrating against thought and arousal ferocity and foreboding it is my axis my ivory scales always tipping in one direction the broad stroke...
Daimonick Koivisto9 months ago
Once Under a Blue Moon
I wander streets to find somewhere elsewhere Just to see if and who would care Mouth runs dry and I yearn for nothing clear When I approach the somber doors of now I'm here Stepped inside as the stale...
David Avner 9 months ago
You & I
"Realised In The Passions of life" Is This Love Don't Mistake Miss Understandings You & I, Created, "Inside Willfulness" Were We Can Only Stand Standing In, The Infinity Of Love Army of One, Strong, R...
David Avner 9 months ago
Rhythm of Life
RHYTHM OF LIFE WAS CHANGING ME MOVING FORWARD TO WHO I WAS GOING TO BE (WAS CHANGING TOO FAST) DISTANCE REFLECTIONS IN LIFE'S POOL LEARNING TO LOVE IS THIS LIFE'S GOLDEN RULE (IT'S ALL CHANGING TOO FA...
Zoe Dalley9 months ago
Ecstasy
The air beside me is rigid and stale. What you gave me dissolves in my mouth moments after you leave. How I wish it would linger, like the marks on my back, Though even those will fade. And again I am...
David Avner 9 months ago
Naked and​ Alive
By David Avner / Sevasdog Into our mothers arms we're born Alive and breathing On a course for the unknown Searching for what love had meant We’d find ourselves Caught up In passion’s scent All of the...
Rita Espinosa9 months ago
I Have a Mental Illness
I have this thing inside me, kind of a switch on/off button, but the problem is that I can’t control it. I start to feel numb while my head starts spinning and the walls get closer and closer, until I...
TheWeirdPoet 9 months ago
A Heartless Weight
The dust it settled upon my heart, Howling from the somber sky Echoes, whispers… Dying voices, they filled my mind, Unless… Somehow the chamber can be broken. Torn apart its ancient locks, where Insid...
Raymond Deleon9 months ago
The Man Who Ruined Lunch
There is no history of them. They’ve slipped by, unnoticed. Society was always too preoccupied with progression. They were pleased with this invisibility. They could even carry out their morbid fantas...
Samanta Morrison9 months ago
I've Felt Pain
I've felt pain That if you touch me all the glue I've pasted putting myself back together comes apart. I've felt pain Like my heartstrings are snapping and all the love I have inside me turns to hate....
Ghost Writer9 months ago
Rain
Rain is a beautiful thing, Don’t get me wrong. In fact, It’s raining now, And has been all night long. The rain gets louder as it pours down, Drowning out the smallest sounds. So as you sit there list...
Dorinda Wheeler9 months ago
Laced With Fear
One hundred fifty years have passed The grisly murder, life aghast Only eighteen years old that lonesome night Death kissed her lips, a fateful plight ~ Rumor has it, she can be seen When the veil thi...