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.

Once upon a time I wanted to be a Princess.. Content Warning.
As a child my favourite or I should say comfort Disney Princess was Cinderella. As I got older I realized that was because I was Cinderella,
By Jen Phillips8 months ago in Poets
Haunted Visions. Top Story - January 2026.
What strange visions haunt my dreams and such strange images befall my sight? I do not know this figure who flows through my mind streams in the dead of night
By C. J. Pharez8 months ago in Poets
Streams
Oh! What feckless hate! What reckless danger All in a rage Still dancing in the rain Yet, As hot liquid pours through my veins,
By C. J. Pharez8 months ago in Poets
Slivers Of Truth
Our shadows danced in parallel We never could see eye to eye You found you another damoiselle And I found a new place to hide
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
I wanted to be a superstar
When I was 5, my kindergarten teacher asked me what I wanted to be when grew up. I told her I wanted to be a superstar, She told me if I believed in myself hard enough I could be whatever I wanted to be.
By Jen Phillips8 months ago in Poets
It is Here, Now
It arrives every great while, With a pull to a deeper space, More real than the rain pounding The roof shingles away, One drop at a time.
By Sabayo Matiku8 months ago in Poets
Official Notice: Preservation of the Heart
Attention. This is an official notice to all residents of the inner landscape. Your heart requires daily inspection. Neglect may lead to quiet corrosion, unnoticed at first, creeping through thoughts like fog through a forest.
By Failproof Flowers8 months ago in Poets
Hello You. Top Story - January 2026.
I float away inside a dream Where each door unlocks more of me Somewhere I’ve been, locked in the past Someone one I’ve been, only recast
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
White Flag
what it feels like to give up what it feels like to quit when it feels like it’s too much when you’re lost, buried in it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Once
You were breathing for me baby As the stars fell from the sky Though the clouds were dark and weighty They still reflected in your eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
If I Have To Linger
I hope when I’m gone I don’t rattle chains or doors, I hope I learn the language of dust and quiet corners. Let me haunt a bookstore—
By Brie Boleyn8 months ago in Poets
“Cupid made me do it”
I sat there for hours. More than four. Festering like an expired jar of jam forgotten in the fridge, undesired for too long.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets