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.

  • Ahmed N. Gretly
    Published 5 days ago
    When the World Turns

    When the World Turns

    But then the world turns on its head, and I fly amid celestial bodies still full of wonder after all the ache. Soft hymns waft about my dying vessel as memories fade into the nth dimension. Dreams of jade and turquoise project themselves onto the great black canvas of my soul; one more time for old time's sake.
  • Lana Broussard
    Published 6 days ago
    Dreamscape Traveler

    Dreamscape Traveler

    Where is God?
  • Mario Castelli
    Published 7 days ago
    Amnesia for Who I Once Was

    Amnesia for Who I Once Was

    Another chance squandered and crushed,
  • Ahmed N. Gretly
    Published 12 days ago
    Through the Bog

    Through the Bog

    You see me, all filthy and scarred. You want to help, but you often do not know what to do. It weighs on you, it frustrates you and drives you mad. You cannot be ON all the time, you cannot be perfect all the time, but who can. You want to be tough for me, but even the strongest need their rest.
  • Lauren Armstrong
    Published 12 days ago
    A Ghost's Tale

    A Ghost's Tale

    What is that I see?
  • Victor Mendez
    Published 13 days ago
    Dark: A Musing

    Dark: A Musing

    Bleak and moonless is the night,
  • Ashley T.
    Published 13 days ago
    Lighthouse

    Lighthouse

    Unbeknownst to the world I stand
  • Briana Marie
    Published 14 days ago
    Dracula's Pawn

    Dracula's Pawn

    Ba-bump! Ba-bump!
  • Nia McDowell
    Published 15 days ago
    Mind🧠

    Mind🧠

    Good morning, Mind!
  • The Vivid Dreamer
    Published 19 days ago
    No Light Heart

    No Light Heart

    I saw him today.
  • vento aureo
    Published 19 days ago
    Achlys

    Achlys

    There is a darkness falling above the horizon,
  • Ahmed N. Gretly
    Published 19 days ago
    A Pilgrimage

    A Pilgrimage

    Snow topped mountain peaks jutting out of an otherwise smooth horizon. Jaded people staggering here and there with drooping faces, and glass eyes. I see myself among the masses, one of many who have come here to make their foretold pilgrimage. We march along the shorelines of questionable pasts, and false memories.