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.

Gulraj Bedi2 months ago
Life Cycle...
To whom does this body belong? I don’t know whose body is it It’s the same old story, be it night or day I seem to have forgotten the world or has this world forgotten me? my mind is running riot; I’m...
Heather Climer2 months ago
Worn
Do not come to me With promises painted pretty Do not come to me Reflecting the stars old light They steal the warmth To feed apathetic atrophy Do not come to me Looking to bask in the halation of my ...
Shallon Gregerson2 months ago
The Magicians Seat
See the laughing male magician, I think he's angry at the competition. He finds it hard to see in the night Overshadowed by the silver bright light Is that.. do I hear... Who is that crying near the d...
Traci Lea LaRussa2 months ago
Full Circle
She glanced back at nature’s tapestry, that’s what her mom called this place. All she saw were barren fields and dilapidated electric poles. She daydreamed of walking those old rusted wires all the wa...
Poetic Glory2 months ago
In Between Sheets
I been feeling so attacked lately All the time In defense mode I’m feeling secluded It bugs me out Sometimes I want to shout Is it ever that serious Why is everyone so mysterious about their emotions ...
Poetic Glory2 months ago
I'm Done with You
You don’t know what’s going on in my mind Nine times out of ten you don’t seem to care How dare me think the opposite Eight times out of nine You told me you were mine It felt so divine Seven times ou...
Lana Broussard2 months ago
Rosseau
My infatuation with Jean Jacques Rousseau goes way back I loved him long before I conjured him drinking in the glory of his soft curls, beautiful nose and shapely mouth. Tonight at Piatto, he was irri...
Spencer Barrett2 months ago
On Emotional Work
Thou heart is fixed atwixt thy cavity, Shielded from the words of misfortunes sling That may still cut with such depravity To leave indication and naught aught sting. The wound has left and yet you st...
Serrena Gragg2 months ago
You Will Not Forget Me
Tired of being on the sidelines, Watching everything pass by. Feeling lost and forgotten within time, Placing blame on the ones who made me Feel this way. Sticking out my hand To feel again. That was ...
Ashley T.2 months ago
An Infinite Mile
Words I have sung to be taken aback be staggered by a shot of Kodak But treading in midst of an echoing track Was always meant for my cul-de-sac Before the truth I would humbly kneel Hold my anguish a...
Lana Broussard2 months ago
Entreaty to the Sea
When your grandmother decided for care and comfort and laid a string of pearls across an ocean it's open depths yawning the unknown a depth you could not follow So you said your prayers beneath cerule...
Heather Climer2 months ago
Undefined
I fell once To my knees All I could see A blur of white and green Holes in my head Holes ripped through my heart A battle of Love Fought and lost Sacrifice on the line Through fractured time A sacrifi...
Poetic Glory2 months ago
Choked
I feel so violated I feel like isolating myself I can't even begin to ventilate All this weight pulling me down Is this my fate How often I can’t think straight May I run away to another state Tired o...
J A Miller2 months ago
Noose
A noose hung over my bed. Hypnotizing my sight. Swinging sharp rusty pendulum. The sharp edge swung close to my ankles. A bleak space clouded around the noose. It swung. It swung. It swung. The noose ...
Em E. Lee2 months ago
Another World
Walking past the door my jacket hits the floor– Pits of lead clatter in its shredded holes While flakes of crimson peel– all my head will feel Til I may lay it down is that cold hardness of metal pole...
Danielle Connelly2 months ago
The Wooden Chest
When I leave you on the wooden chest, that holds all of your things, I know that you don't mind. You know that your not in the way. I think your just glad I had the strength to leave the house without...
Danielle Connelly2 months ago
One Yesterday
I'd trade many of my tomorrow's, For one yesterday with you. I'd give my freedom and be a slave If I knew the offer were true. We can't get that time back, and we've got to own it. So while you busy m...
Heather Climer2 months ago
Ask
I asked Silence What was reason Is it the same as meaning? Surely, it couldn't be. This meaning Beating Wild in this chest What reason Would exist To keep this meaning So shy? Do we curl in around our...