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.

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
Husk
You swept into my life And stole all my nights That bled into years My greatest of fears Animated within A soulless husk Frankenstein At least Left his monster with a mob Where by the end Even our passion was an act Until you finally Blessedly Evaporated Leaving me alone with A blood-drained heart And a wine-stained bed
By Matthew J. Fromm27 days ago in Poets
8/16/26
Slumbering toes wiggling to life Snails gather their lunch pales Elephants scurry about to feed on the drought A raccoon filled with self-doubt pops his pills to chill
By Atomic Historian27 days ago in Poets
Something's Off
This poem was written for RMS's unofficial challenge: https://vocal.media/writers/-ec93f78a14 Please enjoy! 😨😨😨 Oh dear God, he's found me. I thought I was safe and smart!
By Rain Dayze27 days ago in Poets
because
It pooled up in the corner she taught it how to be this way Mirroring as her false performer a bloody mess there, on display
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden27 days ago in Poets
Why Else?
In my dream I killed a rabbit and painted it with blood. Its own blood mixed with a little of my own. Because it's wednesday, why else?
By Paul Stewart27 days ago in Poets
My Last Night In A Dream
Pulled from my sleep and silken sheets into a world made just for me Where darkened dreams and dark thoughts seap Like water rushing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden27 days ago in Poets
Buried Shame
They wanted me to feel constantly humiliated Any reason served the purpose Growing up, sibling rivalry Before I could even grasp what it was all about
By Sun Bee28 days ago in Poets
Higher Level
Building walls instead of bridges Drifting apart instead of drawing closer Insults instead of tender words Straying into the swamps instead of the city road
By Sun Bee28 days ago in Poets
Peach Prayer
Smiling girl With peaches red, Where’s your house And where’s your bed? Where’s your mother? Where’s your name? Why’d you come And why’d you change? She just smiles And offers two. One for me. And one for you.
By Shannon Hilson28 days ago in Poets
Eye of The Future
Revealing only a fraction of what lies within No one will ever know the whole truth A single image of my life One sentence, one slice of time
By Sun Bee28 days ago in Poets
Forgery
I have become a vessel into which negativity is poured Others do not see a human being in me If I were a paid therapist, it would make sense
By Sun Bee28 days ago in Poets