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.

The Forgotten Angel
She lay asleep in the midnight dew, Her eyes flung open when she heard the crow caw. She felt alone, rejected and forgotten. All she can do now is wait, wait for morning to come. Quiet as a mouse, del...
Sharita Cormiera month ago
Mourned More Than the Echo of Phonics
I found you at the bottom of a sentence So punctual and fluently enticing I've lived a thousand deaths Mourned more then the echo of phonics Staring at the same skies like paragraphs Meditation and gu...
Sharita Cormier2 months ago
Heated Moments of Nothingness
The minds race in time Help me feel what is real Peace are you with me Once I bled out and he healed me Once I plunged my soul and he caught me Can I join you on this blistery day When does this stop ...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
Up, Out of the Sea
There once was a monster who came up out of the sea, if you set eyes on him, then you would surely wish to flee. He had lots of heads...and crowns...and horns, and when he spoke, it created the most t...
Ink Mouse2 months ago
Mirror
I can't see me; the fog encloses the mirror, the mist never gets any dissipates. The room is dark; twelve candles are glowing The fog slowly clears as gently as it fell it rises. my vision is dark but...
Jay Williams2 months ago
Mind Circus
Come in. Enjoy the show. We have attractions for the young and the old. High fly trapeze, Jumps and swings that your mind can not comprehend. Cold winds blow. I climb the ladder, Recounting every last...
elisha aflalo2 months ago
Apple of My Eye
you might look out the window and see a sin dancing in the streets his knobby finger pointing at you beckoning for you to come closer the glass between you shatters but you are moving to fast jump jum...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
Yes, as a Matter of Fact, It Tis' the Season
Yes, as a matter of fact, to be exact. It tis' the season, for joy and good cheer, not treason. Mr. King, to, gifts bring. There is no need to be crass, or brazen, or brass. Thankful for Jesus and ele...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
His Red Hands Made Ours Clean
I will agree that the hearts of man have grown cold, and the earth seems like it is expired and old. Violence is the vicious lullaby of the lands, and many things we witness throughout our lifespans. ...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
About Karma
About karma, here is the thing, what kind of philosophy really does it bring? I think people are confused, and the term is misunderstood and overused. Really all that is occurring, is that you make a ...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
I Know, He Is the Answer
I know, he is the answer to setting you free from depression, if you would just humble yourself and make confession. He brought me the peace that transcends, but it certainly depends, at least to some...
Amandeezzy G2 months ago
Karma♥️
Lost my sight when I looked in your eyes like this cloud of smoke disappearing in the sky. I'm only going up from here, here or there don't ever compare what we shared. You lost sight of the girl that...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
Her Eggs Are All in One Basket
From the moment that she is born, her eggs are all in one basket. She grows and matures in stature, but she has all that she ever will have. Approximately two million eggs, in one uniquely woven baske...
Red Hands
Destroyed by the image of black and gray We kill with our hands up in the air We slay the devils of this lair Spill the blood of angles on the floor While the holy dove nests in our hair What has this...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
The Tree of Strife
Your promises are like rotten tomatoes, wretched worldly pleasures and fiendish foes. You didn't want us to taste the fruit that was right, so now, night by night we confront and fight. Generations la...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
Spinning into Control
Merry-go-round madness and the worst kind of sadness Because I've seen you before and the same scene again and again Growth cannot happen if you're spinning out of control I am on the ride of my life ...
Antony King2 months ago
Tis the Season
Tis the season... Ya, ya, ya. Ho fucking ho! Those trees... The lights, Jesus, the electric bills. Screw that! Shit... Who needs it. Family you try to avoid, Suddenly appear... Spreading this shit, Wh...
Jaden Bleu2 months ago
Cryptic Mind
Cryptic mind, cryptic mind Will you find, will you find? The sign that you've been looking for To walk through the door Of lands unknown Mysteries un-shown Wild caveats crawling Shoots and letters dra...