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 Rats Keep Score. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
Behold the man deserving of sackcloth Whose modesty, façade is stripped bare Picked apart by the rats and the moth ~ He who hides in shadows from wroth
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
A.C.R.I.M.O.N.Y
I...am Acrimony born. Igniter of the Wildfire The flint in the teeth of the grin, an ember become flame...the spark in the wind.
By Novel Allen10 months ago in Poets
Bonsai Dreams
In the quiet corner of an old wooden veranda, a bonsai tree stands—still, patient, eternal— holding within its miniature form
By Alexander Mind10 months ago in Poets
Life In An Unknown World
In a world unknown and vast, life thrives through ages unsurpassed — where stars and planets glide with grace, and galaxies drift in the cosmic space.
By Solomon Walker10 months ago in Poets
Ghosts In Machines
There are ghosts in the machines, they say. Spirit that haunts the wires and circuits. Phantoms that lurks in the codes and data. Specters that whispers in binary languages.
By Solomon Walker10 months ago in Poets
Autumn's Last Flowers
In the fading light of summer's embrace. A solemnness descends upon this place. The warmth that once caressed our weary souls. Now yields to autumn's chill, as nature unfolds.
By Solomon Walker10 months ago in Poets
Strange Hypnotic Attachments (a poem by Solomon)
Embarked on an odyssey of enchantment, we find. A woven incantation, inescapable, undefined. A mystical tether, tugging and pulling. A nebulous sensation, the soul's gentle lulling.
By Solomon Walker10 months ago in Poets
Untamed Spark (a poem by Solomon). AI-Generated.
A maverick novelty, a tempestuous force that stalks respect. A tectonic turbulence that upends the known, the loved, the entrenched. It materializes in countless guises, this fierce and untamed spark. A person, an ideology, a tech or a novel approach to embark.
By Solomon Walker10 months ago in Poets
When the Last Fire
I watch the fire dwindle a slow-breathing creature curling into its final sleep. Its orange spine bends, crackling softly,
By Gladys W. Muturi10 months ago in Poets
Erasure
Fragrant, come closer, she said Not nearly alone enough, I swore My hand, she took, - heart, she Stole with ---feeling Fragrant, - closer, she paused
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
Matchsticks in a Flooded Room
In my chest, there’s a flooded room and someone, probably me, keeps trying to light matchsticks in it. The floor is ankle-deep in old conversations,
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Refined
Electricity crackles within me As I writhe, scintillating and stark Sparks r u s h over my body Flames Consume all Flesh, soul, and thought
By K.B. Silver 10 months ago in Poets