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.

Nikou Alemia month ago
Sinking Upwards
It was a wide expanse. Thousands came and went. But to me it was sealed. Surrounded by crowds it was the safest place to be alone. The river gushes past me, I look down at it. A sudden rush of energy ...
Callie Coxa month ago
The Winged Soul
The winged soul of the body that withers soars above the brilliant lights away from the reality of the aging host it resides. The free love that binds these two together is not just an imaginary thing...
Celious Blanca month ago
Breakable
A broken romance A heart saturated in fearful blood Tortured souls whimpering with remorse Nineteen sixties run through my mind Snapshots of spattered ink Engraved in wrinkled fragments Of memories dr...
Ron Gunza month ago
Where Am I
Wherever I am roaming or dwelling, be it in walking, running, in seating or thought, where am I? Even when surveying my surroundings -- from the concrete glass buildings, the still waters or the glari...
Empty
Empty The colors faded The hope is small The dance is slow My soul is cold The doors are shut So what way to go I do not know The shadows are high On a day that is so bright Always surrounded by love ...
Andrew Arnetta month ago
Nice Guy
People don’t care for the nice guy. like the saying goes, nice guys finish last. they much prefer the butcher. and the dictator. or the murderer. these are the people who earn our respect. the nice gu...
Chaffee Wooda month ago
My Mind Is Within a Haze of Uncertainty
My mind is within a haze of uncertainty Over the severe losses It's unreal!... How the dunes of forgotten sand were washed away by water and land. A single tower stands by a cliff-side overlooking the...
Shea-Lea Millera month ago
Destination
Riding across the desert sand, the horse's mouth foams white and nostrils flare harshly Hot air suffocating his lungs, each step becoming more arduous than the last The rider perspires, hot sweat roll...
Bella Harrisa month ago
Street Lights
On these nights, in the middle of the street or the middle of the sidewalk, whether we remember what happens on these nights, holding hands, who we accidentally made out with when we were drunk, how m...
Bella Harrisa month ago
Lines
On these nights, in the middle of the street or the middle of the sidewalk, whether we remember what happens on these nights, holding hands, who we accidentally made out with when we were drunk, how m...
Mirror
I stood staring at a mirror which lacked a reflection beaming back at me; forsaken. It was like I could almost see my reflection, I was reaching out and pressing my fingertips to the cold reflective g...
1/22
She rises early, cloaked in brilliance of a new resolve, To be comfortable under the undying grip of sustaining skin. A mind fit to seek beauty and set to evolve, Into a cherishable fruitfulness sough...
Kenzie Katea month ago
Noise/Warm
Noise Is anyone out there? Because these days I can't even find comfort within myself. It's too quiet, This silence within me is different than the others, This is a harsh silence, One that makes me e...
lucy southgatea month ago
Reality
The comet clashes with distant stars, Creating a blast so illuminating, The shadow cast became ours, The city’s chatter began undulating. A heaviness dived into my chest, When reality stabbed me in th...
Rielee Flodina month ago
February 6, 2016
It suddenly occurred to me earlier this week that I will never hear every sound. I was walking to my car and it was raining. I thought about the sound of each different raindrop hitting the wet ground...
Conveyer Belt
As I look out on the traffic filled Streets I apprehend the spinning By imagining the road is a conveyer belt And the cars are in park And when I get too dizzy I find myself in the checkout lane Where...
Amber Hecka month ago
Emotions
On guard. Never could have imagined what storm approached from beyond the bright forest trees and soft, colored skies. The storm, often used as a metaphor for a mixture of emotions, is brought on by o...
Juan Manuela month ago
At the End of the Road
I was there, lying at the end of the road, looking for the exit sign, thinking about how to survive one more day, to dream one more night, to smoke a cigarette and write a reflection, to do instead of...