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.

Nowhere
I’m sorry I don’t know what happened It’s just gone I don’t think we did anything wrong But it wasn’t right either It wasn’t planned
By Atomic Historian23 days ago in Poets
A former student assaulted two girls yesterday
A former student assaulted two girls yesterday in the woods, without a soul to hear not even from the adjacent trailer; they screamed in douleur, fear muttered from their slurred words, girls drugged with tabs, trippin bad—mad beaten and maimed— a young man actin like his ol man aye. Take it like a real woman , he ravaged like a primal beast before his boon, his humanity shot, discardin these girls in a parkin lot, caught by twelve in his trailer lot.
By Thomas Bryant23 days ago in Poets
Stonefruit
Skin soft, delicate, paper thin velvet burned by the sun. Flesh gold, honey ribboned, nectar dripping from every small cut
By Ellie Hoovs23 days ago in Poets
I AM FREE TO DO SO
I AM FREE TO DO SO America FIRST 8/23/2026 Just when I think the well is dry, I run into one little line and a whole bunch of other
By Victor Mendez23 days ago in Poets
High Tea for Werewolves
High Tea for Werewolves Both real and imaginary we navigate bodily change on an emotional and psychological level, it is too dark to read
By Alyson Smith 24 days ago in Poets
The Thunderstorm is Real
I remember those times I couldn’t find the door Everyone says there’s a way out But that door was invisible The times I felt stuck Those times I felt like everything was getting worse Crying every night until I fell asleep
By TheAlivePoetess24 days ago in Poets
Fields of Sorrow
Confined within the walls of the house her husband had built for her, she trusted him implicitly in all matters of life.
By Sun Bee24 days ago in Poets
A Walk Down with the Devil
I am coming down from the second floor Wearing my mother’s slippers I am six or seven years old Disaster lurks on the metal railing
By Sun Bee24 days ago in Poets
At Journey's End
A long road home in the middle of the roads traveled hard Shall the traveler ever arrive there to see the end of the journey
By Jason Morton25 days ago in Poets
Forgiveness Never Sought
Onward to the ending All that one can do Forget all that we have learned All things are eventually through Forgive the solemn ones their misdeeds
By Jason Morton25 days ago in Poets
skull
the power is lost on me, i found everything all at once and couldn't breathe, and now you find me dead with victory at my feet, check my pulse for the sake of a hail mary, check if the ants have made a ladder past my teeth, they're sawing me number by number, piece by piece, and when I can no longer remember, I am at peace, draw your pipe and watch me sleep.
By Gambit26 days ago in Poets
Stealing Away. Top Story - August 2026.
captured in a photo, a canvas in a frame covering a stain some headless face without a name the scene around is picture perfect
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden27 days ago in Poets