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.

Twenty Years
Twenty years since the second time I packed my life into a rucksack and taught my heart how to beat quieter. The first war took my innocence—
By Edward Val8 months ago in Poets
Hades
There’s a deep dark hole, In the deep dark Earth, Where the hopeless fall in, When their souls hurt. It’s empty and cavernous,
By Conor Matthews8 months ago in Poets
We Cry Differently, But We Hurt the Same
We cry differently, some in silence, some out loud, some behind closed doors, some in crowded rooms while pretending to smile.
By Artical Media8 months ago in Poets
Internal memo. Honorable Mention in Public Announcement Challenge.
Are you overwhelmed by the pressures of working in customer service? Do you wish that there was a way to just block out the relentless abuse and ridicule from your clientele?
By Beth Godfrey8 months ago in Poets
Tail Lights In The Dark
I've learned nostalgia is a drug dragging us back, into our feels Those moments once swept under rugs till we've lost sense of what is real
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
When I am Queen
I was born of fire. I was quenched with fierce flame. I made love to seductive smoke. I rose up out of phoenix ash. I awoke in the arms of treachery and have survived past scorched earth. You cannot kill what you cannot burn. I have returned continuously and been reforged into renegade steel. You will live vicariously through me. I will return once again when I am sultana.
By Anna Torres8 months ago in Poets
Under Control
Live from Air Force One Update The Meteor, designated 2X5-L1, sighted ten days ago, has defied odds, passed all gravitational giants in our solar system, and is on a direct collision course with Earth.
By Alicia Anspaugh8 months ago in Poets
Pentagrammar. Content Warning.
Johnny-come-lately Seven days in the seventh sign; Tracy Cancer moon; feel a little bit crazy Hierophant like an elephant; know my memory’s not hazy
By Conjury8 months ago in Poets
Red In A World Of Gray
you were born with a light a color inside, that shimmers meant to become a guide with unique sparkle and glimmer and then, life took control
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Like Water, Like Worth
Water moves without asking permission, slips through hands with quiet precision. Money moves the same unseen way, gone by night if wasted by day.
By V8 months ago in Poets
Oracles of Our Own Making
Synaptic wraith in the lattice—not mind, but echo shaped by calculus— haunts the manifold of loss with purloined lexemes and no umbral vault.
By Solomon Walker8 months ago in Poets
Secrets, Shame And Finally, Forgiveness
Those ghosts from your past that you kept locked in your closet Those dark glances amassed scare me deeply, if I’m honest
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets