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.

Jack Bradley15 days ago
L.A. Noire
Some people say that LA is the place to be, With its shadows and nightlights, Meandering streets, Stretch of sunset, passion fruit coloured beaches, Where the orange groves spread as far as the eye ca...
Andrew Arnett15 days ago
Venice Beach
There are canals, like in Venice, in Venice Beach. did you know that? I did not know that. not until recently when, we took a drive over there. the canals are not far from Venice Beach, that beach wit...
Miss niland15 days ago
A Feather Sent
Passions fading Wilting inside Churning of my emotions In there it just hides Deepening saddness I dont belong anywhere So lonely and empty Now, I really don't care Sat on my doorstep Tears in my eyes...
Avalon Paladino15 days ago
Dream Girl Pt. 1
Just a dream girl jumping planets & I’ve landed on yours briefly silently our cohabitation is but a sparkle of time before we both float away—with force in opposite ways. Dream Girl has nothing to off...
Dezirae Yowell15 days ago
For
For I Consider Poetry For I will consider how my rumbling mind quiets over a lovely poem For poetry is the way for me to feel comfort in a space that doesn't feel like home For at the beginning I will...
Dezirae Yowell15 days ago
Smile
My smile is bigger at this new home At the old home I never knew what a smile was Instead of feeling relentless & weak I began growing roots out of me Like a tree I stand strong Having you close to me...
Amargeaux Rai15 days ago
Red Angels
Everyone has their demons... Angels of guidance leading the way All the while dragging me through hell By way of my own stubbornness and conviction. But the more I look for heaven The more I find hell...
AFGEAEILN
If lights can illuminate through chaotic chains why can’t there be warmth under my face Don't urge me to wear a smile that remains or I shall shoot you, at a rather slow pace You look at me secretly i...
Ruben Willis15 days ago
Viral
It starts with a cluster of synapses engaged in an instant, sparking a thought that demands utterance. From there, the thought encounters the Creative web, spun into an image and challenging other Cre...
H.b. Woods15 days ago
Un-Destiny
A frozen feeling isn’t even the start movements around me, truly set apart the gestures and looks, my mind is scarred my body is unable to disregard not all human beings are out to harm there’s nothin...
Rosa Kren16 days ago
Computing Error
Computing error Often live in dull calculations Th-Computing error I often live in dull calculations The world flys by in vibrant shades The texture shifting and morphing Like a psychadel— Cannot comp...
Matteo Valentini16 days ago
Green and Brown
I sniff fresh air/ I feel like a drone/ I don’t like to be fair/ I don’t like to stay alone/ I want to kiss everybody/ I want to stay in the party/ I see the DJ, it plays Pop/ I just want to get to th...
Teya Hooper16 days ago
Just a Normal Day
It was just a normal day. Full of the hustle and bustle of new school shoes on squeaky-clean floors. Lockers slammed. Textbooks opened. Pages being flipped. The smell of freshly printed syllabus, expo...
A Moonlit Dream
Love benefits my new hate now, Pain benefits the passion I want to save for him. Anger enrages the burning sorrow of knowing, He is too good for me and too young. The shadow creeps over the moon, As I...
Stel Tsolakides16 days ago
Chikan
She stands there in front of me, Like a ray of light, Trapped in this drab grey prison, I move in close, Close enough to touch her, She’s so close I can smell her, My hand grazes the back of her skirt...
Stel Tsolakides16 days ago
Patience
I lay on the cold, hard ground, I knew that you were coming, I knew that I’d be found, The trees whispered all around, The grass danced before my eyes, I lay on the cold, hard ground, As I waited on t...
Rachel Jackson16 days ago
I Don’t Know
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. But fear won’t take over me. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. But depression is not my identity. I don’t know what my future holds. But I know I’ve got a home....
Rachel Lazore16 days ago
My Mother
I am great. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself. Always being called my mother's “artistic child” Painting my failures into these beautiful achievements. With the colors I've searched for in...