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.

Dreamworld
Lost in trouble when I woke up Remembering what I saw The world I see when eyes are closed The pictures my mind will draw. At one time I ride the raging waves Thinking I am one with the sea Only to fi...
One Word to Beat Them All
I am not sure what I want to say. The endless pressure of words That stream on day by day, Pressuring the brain to come with something smart; All the while words dart In and out of focus Whilst we loo...
Laura Bernas2 months ago
Up, Up, Up, and Away
Up, up, up, and away- flying higher and higher until the sky becomes ground, until atmosphere is air to breath, until outer space, out of body experiencing serenity up near the sun becomes all you can...
Jonathan Costa2 months ago
Life Eternal
Men killed and died for a sip To lengthen their trip to judgment day And I heard a guy say I don't want to live forever In a world where life reeks I considered to sever my slow spiral into oblivion B...
Asha Booth2 months ago
The Pleasure of Motion
From the moment we are born Kicking and screaming We move. In one way or another We are expected to move. Pushed through school Feet barley pausing to hit the ground And life only seems to get busier,...
Pavleen Arora2 months ago
It's Been Quite Some Time
It's been quite some time Since I took some time off the clock And put its hands to rest. So today when I woke up It wasn't to an alarm, I woke up to the sun instead. I let my forehead at ease And all...
Florence Crum2 months ago
Enhanced Blue
Blue The world’s most human hue It covers space, time, emotion It keep all that is natural in tune It’s the haze of the moon The blue in the sea The color of oxygen... I think It is me. Blue is life I...
Lexys Quinn2 months ago
On Wherever St.
We leave the windows open, and it’s cool in the morning, at almost seven-thirty. The tepid dose is almost enough to sedate us. Children run past our building, and we hear them from the top floor. The ...
Thomas Harrington2 months ago
The Lady of The Lake
Fire spread like pollen riding on the wings of wind. Over a pasture plagued with drought. Fierce flames consumed the fields. Clouds danced in the distance. To the songs of an evaporated sky. Dehydrate...
M.G Kynne2 months ago
Whiskey Dreams of Pixie Dancers
I once saw light flickering through leaves of a tree, a tree not like the others on the mountain, and would swear I saw a dryad dance amongst the branches, who turned into a wren and flitted away. I s...
Emma Rose2 months ago
Dreams
All of my thoughts bloom among the trees Filling my mind with paintings of you and I on a Summer day The way the air felt hugging my curves made me want to sway Dance my life away Dance my life away J...
Kimberly Zuller2 months ago
The Hourglass
Grasping... Sand #VocalNPM
Alex Villon2 months ago
Both Sides
The beach at night is a canvas for my thoughts to spill on The foam from the waves looks like a couple of decomposed stars I wanna go into the water but I’m scared I’ll fall in love. As the moon watch...
J. Apollo2 months ago
When Kindred Spirits Meet
When kindred spirits meet Spark fly wildly Magic is made Angels whisper And the sound of their energy crackles crisper When kindred spirits meet Goosebumps form mildly A bet between higher beings paid...
Ashley Rebecca2 months ago
Psychic
You asked me about my dreams. My dreams are the Aether a telephone exchange for the dead,and I am the operator, the unquestioning believerat least, that’s what they expect. I speak the All-Language – ...
SKYLERIZED 2 months ago
When the Hands Show
They rush like spiders and hold hands, Tethered. The weapons that they use like the poker Let them survive the storm that they weather. Blood spills and the film becomes a soaker. The family employs t...
dee 2 months ago
Tonie
Aisles of colorful distractions I never begged for one, for material things, I knew the answer. "T-O-N-I-E! And sometimes Y!" I cried when I was lost. She never responded to that, didn't think it was ...
Tom Baker2 months ago
Last Call of the Wild Bird
I can still see you, in the prison of my mind's eye, Bedraggled in your great black coat; eyes wide, staring at a space beyond the darkness. Wise and yet doomed (—the last owl in the barn.) At midnigh...