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.

rainbow river ribbons
sparks between the trees sun cast its rays, ribbons’ bliss metamorphosed air * 21 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
terrified
charred rock haunts me down to the black centre and back dark thoughts – earthly threat * 22 Jan. 2023 *** Thank you for reading!
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Earthly Remains
Casket beneath soil But not my heart. 'Til then, I Knock for you again
By M Dannenfelser4 years ago in Poets
Losing Old Friends My Age
It’s hard to spend your whole life frozen, stuck forever-in one place, I guess I should have run, and left this town. It’s appealing to be the stranger, where no one knows your face,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
Remember
Tears running down dirt-stained cheeks. Little feet that are battered and bruised. Lost in the horrors of life. Running for her life.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Poets
Elemental Presence
Choose a foundation, Let the earth lend us her stone. Marble, brick and gold. Pillars rising high To the starry fashioned dome.
By Caroline Correia4 years ago in Poets
Lake
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By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
The Real World
We brought up high school, my sister and I, and I relived it for the first time in five years. How am I twenty two years old?
By Jamie Ramsay4 years ago in Poets
You’re Not So Gathered In My Head Anymore
I’ve assigned gratitude to the fall evenings I will spend in my sister’s living room, the jazz from the record player, jumping behind our relaxed, diluted conversation.
By Jamie Ramsay4 years ago in Poets
The Midnight Toker 'But A Joker
Smoke a huff to cough. Boots break puddles only 'cause... Quick breaks end in muck.
By Ángel Sierra4 years ago in Poets
Don't go wandering, now...
Up ahead a house. Air burns a fever, Come in. Take a sip; mud tracks...
By Ángel Sierra4 years ago in Poets
Throw Down the Earth
Black woman, the stars ordained you as Queen. Rise up. You're no one's Atlas.
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets