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.

The Magic of Dreams
In dreams, we weave a world anew, Where magic reigns and skies are blue, A place where anything can be, And all the limits set us free.
By AZ3 years ago in Poets
The Dead Letters
to whom it may concern: not even gonna call you by your name you ain’t there no more left on the floor with the piss and vomit
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Poets
Dear Death,
Dear Death, I.. never thought you'd find me.. I never hid, but goodness, was I living!? From day-to-day, from grind to yet another-
By Salomé Saffiri3 years ago in Poets
I Am Sorry
Dearest Body,First of all, thank you for your great patience with me, I'm learning true beauty isn't just a size three. Thank you for the many ways that you've loved me. From the day I was born, you somehow knew what I'd need.Communicating completely, from my head to my feet, telling my stomach when it's time to eat. Digesting my food, as a fuel for my system, training my brain filling it up with wisdom. Red cells and white, like soldiers at war, destroying the bad, the good being restored.You took care of me, though I failed miserably to respect you. I'd skip meals every day, like the girls on TV do. Criticized and neglected the shape you were in, compared you to others, the true, original sin. I know that I've not always treated you kindly. The mental stress I sometimes put on you blindly, has evolved into the beast that it is today. And society keeps trying to convince me that way.Like the only purpose you were meant to serve, are the sexy sweet sensual, vivacious curves. Being thin has always been what is expected of me, what a glorious freedom to finally be, free of the torture that I placed on you. I'm sorry it took it so long to sink through - this thick skull of mine, and I thank you for that too.I will continue to grow and improve how I treat you. I am so glad you have always come through when I need you. I will close for now, you need to get rested, I've kept you up late enough, just know you're the best and - if ever you need something, just let me know, I will do it because you are the star of my show!With all the love in the world,Me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
A Vision of the Future
In the future, I see A world that's bright and free Where peace and love reign And no one lives in pain I see technology that's advanced
By Arish Ali 3 years ago in Poets
Cosmic Missive
Dear Otherworldly Visitor, I pen this missive with trembling hand, In hopes to understand your foreign land. From realms beyond our mortal ken,
By Kenn Lyon3 years ago in Poets
Love's Symphony: Poetry that Captures the Magic of Romance in Words!
Love, a flame that burns so bright, A treasure found in darkest night. A force that moves us from within, A bond that makes our hearts begin.
By Abdur Rahman3 years ago in Poets
From Hide-and-Seek to Ice Cream Treats: Poems that Bring Back Childhood Memories!
In golden fields of innocence, Where dreams took flight in wild expanse, With laughter ringing in the air, Childhood memories, oh, so rare.
By Abdur Rahman3 years ago in Poets
What The Light Doesn't Know
The light doesn't know what I do in the dark It's brightness can't show where shadows touch my heart * The warm tender glow
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
THIS IS NOT WHO YOU ARE
The shadows whisper, the dark voices call, Telling you lies, that you're worthless, small. But their cruel falsehoods will not define,
By Shimnom3 years ago in Poets
Long Distance Relationship
Across the miles we are apart, But still you hold my beating heart. The distance may be hard to bear, But our love will always be there.
By Fiza Khan3 years ago in Poets
Give me a year.
Dear V, It's been a while. The last time we spoke, I needed a break. The constant challenges, the way you'd ignore the pouring of my heart on paper... I was struggling with my identity and I felt less and less like myself, things just weren't working out like I'd hoped. This wasn't where I thought I'd be at 30.
By Billie Whyte3 years ago in Poets