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.

Evidence Everywhere
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert8 months ago in Poets
He's A Man
He commands attention when he walks into a room; bold and compelling, sexy yet crude. To his aura, you become glued. You can’t help but notice. He’s attractive, and he knows it.
By Ametress Belton8 months ago in Poets
Come On In
a gentle camp fire ne'er burnt nor crisped the frogs better boiled besides
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
Silence in the Journey
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert8 months ago in Poets
Ice. Top Story - January 2026.
Peel the lore from me Until I am nothing more Than creaking pine branches Groaning under the snow, Waving in the arctic breeze.
By Silver Daux8 months ago in Poets
Love's Hypothermia
a cold so bitter my body no longer feels so, the heart holds on
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
The Mirror
Fiends glued to their screens Watching dreams drip from the flesh Seeing what’s left When the ravenous of have taken all
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
C A P A B L E
Years of silence. My abundant garden hushed, growing lash greenery even in winter. Roots delving deep, as if to the Earth's core.
By Sun Bee8 months ago in Poets
F E A R
Fear dwells within, a potent, unwelcome guest, dramatic and bold, claiming its space for the long years ahead. Buying flowers to brighten up the place,
By Sun Bee9 months ago in Poets
E M P T Y
They say you can't squeeze blood from a stone, but you can certainly try. Lying on a haystack, thoughts pour out - I know that feeling all too well.
By Sun Bee9 months ago in Poets
Surreal Musing
Remember when the trees started singing, and the stars danced, and we became the sky? The Milky Way sparkled through my hair, comet light and stardust clinging to your fingers, getting under your nails when you kissed me.
By Harper Lewis 9 months ago in Poets
Rise, Even When You Are Broken
When nights grow heavy upon your chest,And hope feels like an uninvited guest,Remember this—your shaking soulWas never born to lose control.You walked through storms no one could see,Fought silent wars courageously,Each scar you hide beneath your skinIs proof you chose to rise again.The world may doubt your trembling voice,Mistake your silence for no choice,But oceans roar before they rise,And stars are born in darkest skies.Do not beg fate to ease your pain,For pressure turns dust into flame,What bends you now will shape your crown,What breaks you builds the strongest ground.Stand tall, even when knees still shake,Dream loud, even after heartbreak,For legends bleed before they shine,And greatness blooms in brutal time.So walk ahead—unseen, unheard,Trust the fire inside your words,One day they’ll ask how you survived,Smile and say: I never died.
By Daily Motivation9 months ago in Poets