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.

Hell for the Mind
I find that our souls are woven with the very nature of our memories Hell is every nightmarish ordeal we have undergone, Playing in our heads on a loop Each memory worse than the last Over and over ag...
The Yellow Brick Road
Brightly goes The yellow brick road Winding up the lake that froze Round the bushes of dainty rose To the town that no one knows Which sits at the end of the yellow brick road There the children play ...
Kiefer Jacksona month ago
Awakening the Dark
Awakening the Dark ive been Bouncing formless matter off the surface in my forsaken domain resurrecting the darkness in light where everything sane starts to break you down crumbling the ash in the hands which crafted the catastrophe of what was left like holding questions you couldn’t access the answer to without following what was after you as what I would have asked for if I only knew through these seasons that’ll never be the same again taking form of every thought i can master The heart pay...
R.M. Kamma month ago
Beast
I happened to be a small child of three and sitting amongst a big rock a beast. I thought I’d wandered, wandered free but loneliness, hunger, and void struck deep. I wandered through a dark pass of tr...
Rowan Finleya month ago
The Grim Creeper
There once was a grim creeper; He used to be quite the sleeper, Until one day he awoke from Death's first kiss, Up from the darkest abyss. Slithering and lisping by, He enjoyed the hopeless orphan's c...
Levi Ouwendijk2 months ago
Epistle of Dimethyltryptamine
I have come to tell you Of what cannot be told A sight upon a structure That’s never been foretold Nor could it truly be Your senses have to see The harmonious rupture; Life’s meaning will unroll The ...
Violet P. Davies2 months ago
Yellow
A glowing ball of putty pulp Squelching around deep in your abdomen It flinches at the splash of alcohol Cased in skin, cloaked in black and blue When you want to hurt, and you take off your head You ...
Neil Kelly2 months ago
An Unknown Age of Art
It must have been prideful, Opening shop in our little great city in an age of paper-filled knowledge. Standing stern yet existing only where the common street urchins do. Although you demanded, from ...
Zion Volante2 months ago
Reflection of the Lesson
Once upon a dream... we sat in a land of future, in different realms at the same time. Daunting all our grievances to the innards of our soul, of our egos. We sat pitched in a tint of disdain for what...
Ink Mouse2 months ago
She Red/Chaos
Single like always he was, Jeff partied, drunk, but didn’t smoke, but she did. Red dress lipstick, make up with hair as dark as night. He fell in love but soon his face full of fright, she was red, he...
Pacho Poetry2 months ago
Changes
What comes around might never get to stick around Unbeknownst to the shallows is what's buried deep in the ground Time and chance decide who gets to keep the crown What then does the king do when his ...
Carla Bisschoff2 months ago
The Sound of Angels
There’s a place Where you can Hear the sound of Angels as they speak Through the six pillars that lines The door Only the ones with keys Can unlock the sacred Melodies form by the Angels tongue. Darli...
A.R. Marquez2 months ago
Where Angels Fear to Tread
When she speaks her words expel genocide Indoctrination of the simple the weak the profane Our hands drip blood painting the Earth with crimson hues and convoluted lies Deprecation is our new reality ...
Bella Corallo2 months ago
Child of the Universe
Child of the Universe She was born on Earth, With all human features. But there was something about the way The Moonlight hit her face That made her vastly different. She would cry to the stars at nig...
Alexia Villanueva2 months ago
Medication
My medicine calls Me home to bed from A place I don’t belong. A fairytale of sorts We’re the birds peck At my unbalanced brain, The scarecrows use wrench’s And screwdrivers to pull Out the flowers fro...
A.R. Marquez2 months ago
From the Mouths of Sadists
As we fall back through black holes and irises scorned Heaven crumbles among us Was this His plan? Were we forsaken? Left to wither out like embers from the mouths of sadists We degrade ourselves Muti...
darcie a2 months ago
Installment I
I feel so fragile. I can soar at the smallest of compliments but shatter at seemingly innocent words. Words like "almost"; so lightly used by the speaker they seem like a flutter on the breeze, but in...
functional junkie2 months ago
My Mom Never Taught Me How to Apologize
I learnt that the lump in my throat Was a ball of all the words I didn't say The I love yous I swallowed I put all the I miss yous under my pillow And the love poems I wrote you I hid them in my heart...