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.

  • Tk Nickle
    Published 40 minutes ago
    Dance of the Fire's Flame

    Dance of the Fire's Flame

    Dance around the fire flame, shadows whisper out our names, Lost in our eternal shame on our journey to eternal fame.
  • Kailani Namauu
    Published about an hour ago
    Summer tales

    Summer tales

    The sun in my oasis gently warming my skin. The breeze in my hair twirling and twisting every strand ever so lightly. Funny how the heat can be so alluring and tempting yet so very dangerous.
  • Pegie Schwick
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Her Hands In Mine

    Her Hands In Mine

    The alarms were chiming loudly Her end was drawing near No fear seen in her eyes Just a few glistening tears I held her hands in mine
  • Will House
    Published about 3 hours ago
    My Spirit Has A Solar System

    My Spirit Has A Solar System

    What if I followed you into that grand constellation? Left my home in Sirius, for the land of milk and honey. Would my spirit have the courage to migrate with your ancestors?
  • Will House
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Shooting Star

    Shooting Star

    A light coat of dew layers the wire grass. The night is young, and Autumn is turning cold. The ancestors sit up in the firmament like a counsel of those past.
  • I. R. Pathak
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Fiction

    Fiction

    Suddenly he broke his silence and in tattered voice with terribly frightened, wide- open eyes, spoke, “ A luminous flash of light caught me on the bed and pulled me out through the closed door as if my body could penetrate anything solid matter, wood or steel. In the spur of a moment, I was gliding in the space without wings. Something invisible was controlling me without holding. I was passing through the planets like a flashlight. Though I was not feeling at speed yet scenes in front of my eyes were mysteriously getting changed at the batting of an eye. Reaching somewhere in the space I was sucked and extracted. Just after that I opened my eyes and found lying on my bed. I know no one will believe me. I am absolutely sane and truly narrating what happened to me last night.”
  • EroticHypnosisCat
    Published about 5 hours ago
    Waves to Starseed Family

    Waves to Starseed Family

    Lost Civilizations: Waves to Starseed Family 10:01 Spirit Funnel: Angelic Andromeda Cosmic Source: Mirror 11:11
  • stephen jones
    Published about 6 hours ago
    Of The Simple Things

    Of The Simple Things

    I sit here at my writing desk, A cigar burning in the ashtray, Whiskey half full in my glass, And I cant help but stare at the mess I've made.
  • Melanie Crane
    Published about 6 hours ago
    I See Them

    I See Them

    I saw the faces first, always first. In the dark paint of my closet doors, always dark. They always appear. I know not who they are.
  • Jamynah Anthony
    Published about 6 hours ago
    The Wanderer

    The Wanderer

    Frozen into the bleak cold of the night there was no where else to go, A pain stopped the speedy thoughts making her pause in time, Those crimson eyes, That crimson smile, His lustrous eyes as she cried, He lusted after her pain, Her blood, As he sucked on her wounds, He could never be hers But for him she is all of his, He owns every space of her mind, Like a puppet he pulls the strings, But oh how those beautiful eyes had a soul that not even the darkest soul could take away, She replaced those memories with affirmations, Owned her body, And dared to smile once again, Her name being, Innocence.
  • Keisha Manuel
    Published about 7 hours ago
    Little Antidote

    Little Antidote

    Little Antidote: Right or Wrong You're always strong Yet barely even breathing.... Condemned, you fell It's easy to tell
  • Keisha Manuel
    Published about 7 hours ago
    Sleeper's Wake

    Sleeper's Wake

    Sleepers Wake In the midnight, moonlit hour When the feast of sleeper's wake The song of Athien can be heard Where silent screams are made