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.

Max Pierrea month ago
No Escape
thoughts confusing so abusive mind is racing cannot do this I'm conflicted do I love you do you love me the way you say you do am I appreciated am I lost please come show me how to love show me, tell ...
Deja Scotta month ago
Fears
When people ask, "What is your biggest fear?" I say, "Well, I don't know. I'm scared of quite a few things" I wonder should I give them the answer most people say: "I'm scared of snakes, bugs, and wha...
Bernard Aquilinaa month ago
Smoke
The burning tree demanding forth: Skin the kings As the spiral of roaches Awaken the teeth of steel Thy Holy Child My kin together Festive consummation Of space and time Joyous is thy event One spark ...
Different Tides
Last night I slept with you. I took a bath in your waters of passion, i swore you were good to me. your eyes below my waist I swear tonight will be one hell of a ride & though I know streams come and ...
Nikki WildFirea month ago
Dawn of Darkness
The Dawn of Darkness Deeper Daunting Dark skies. We look outside at night, watch the darkest hours crawl by, like the mighty raven in awkward flight. The sounds of silence scope the air, And gloomy im...
Nikki WildFirea month ago
Silly Little Dragon
Silly dragon, Why do you cry? Silly dragon, Why did you believe. Silly dragon They brought fire alive, Then took your flame. Now you are deprived. Silly dragon, No one loves you. Silly dragon. You sho...
yasmin grunwalda month ago
The Human Condition
Swimsuits filled with odd shaped holes But a T-shirt covers my stomach rolls Sun-kissed skin and sun-bleached hair But my cellulite is everywhere Sharp keen eyes and strong ass thighs Yet all I do is ...
Kaloriinn Masona month ago
Masterpiece
the evil within isn't a sin see my smile wait for a while just under your skin see my evil grin shall we begin take you apart where should I start cutting every limb your screams my symphony every not...
Jason Leadbeatera month ago
Brockley
Brockley, a station I pass by Everyday it stands out and I don’t know why Déjà vu in reverse? Have I seen it in another universe? A meaning I can’t quite get but taunts me so I don’t forget Could it b...
Taylor Ramseyera month ago
Drowning and What It Can Do
I've always considered drowning to be the worst way you could die, but I've come to see it in a different perspective. I've been told that when you're drowning, your body activates the mammalian divin...
Kandi Beana month ago
The Great Escape
I need to escape, my own time seems to end. My mind races, everything seems to keep moving around me. It's like I'm a puppet of time, My head spins. I walk in a mist, no one seems to see me. My own wo...
A. R. Ambrosia month ago
The Poem on My Arms
Destroy me Drag empty nail beds Down the dreamless white Of my arms Bleed me out Unthinkable red Like raspberry wine On your lover's lips Calling you With eyeshadow secrets Secrets I never learned All...
Neon Odyraha month ago
Unfit Shoes Of Sleeves
All in all, fall after fall, rise upon rise All I see are individuals who lack insights Treatments based off familiarity Creating boundaries unequovically treated as such, a sword plunged my heart My ...
Neon Odyraha month ago
On Bended Knees
Welcome to the 21st century A time where a lot of things have gone wrong with humanity It raises big questions and odd answers 2000 + 16, what a year I must say Probably one which would be omitted in ...
Mary Suea month ago
Elephants on Parade
Throbbing ears are drums sounding off in the distance. The harder they bellow, the deeper my heart sinks. I can aurally perceive you coming down the hall. Step by step, I can feel my skin crawl. Keep ...
A. R. Ambrosia month ago
Reincarnation
It took precisely fourteen years For me to reincarnate I was adrift somewhere In the ocean of birth and death The ocean was expansive And dark The waters were calm Perhaps merely the waters of the wom...
Laura DiNovisa month ago
Dream Girl
A figment of a fantasy uncurled that plays out on your weekend nights. I know, I am only a part of your dream world. My image, fading in daylight, is twirled: Still real! Still here! For a minute or s...
Brooke Gallaghera month ago
Matches
As I sit here and play with blame It's as though I'm pulling logic from the flame With a narrowed lens, I absorb the fumes Capturing reason from the ash that looms I presume his guilt continues to str...