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 dream that foretold...
5JAN2023; 1154, THU– Washington, DC Veteran Affairs Medical Center My midnight, melatonin inspired missions as a mere munchkin, made me markedly aware that I'd someday earn monies monthly. Monetary gains mainly thanks to the U.S. military.
By Nefarious Darrius4 years ago in Poets
Dreams
The sleepy, I am olive, live in the dreamworld of the 888, this is where they soar this is where they roar, slippery for the above the body, others who cannot understand the sleepy,
By Anna Rozwadowska4 years ago in Poets
Suffocation Under the Eyes of God
An angel stands in my room I am pressed against his chest, uncomfortably close His wings seem to snake around and suck up all the air
By Aeryn Drendel4 years ago in Poets
lucid.
I am nine years old, or fifteen, or twenty-two. Young enough that when I enter the department store, I lack the self-assuredness that
By Cara Wittekind4 years ago in Poets
Curly hair
Predominately That night, Wasn’t a night I could forget. There was love In every smidgen Of touch. We waited For that night
By Chandni Venkatesh4 years ago in Poets
Dead A sleep
I am dead asleep, In my bed so deep, No dreams, no sound, I am completely bound. The world outside, Fades away with the tide,
By Nims4 years ago in Poets
barefoot in the rain
I am running barefoot through a silent stone building, and I am alone. Is this not how the story was supposed to end? I can hardly breathe, my green comforter wrapped so tight around my shoulders I felt paralyzed
By Aeryn Drendel4 years ago in Poets
When you dream in Full Moon
What used to be normal makes you feel like a loon but silly things happen when you dream in full moon backward is forward and upwards is down,
By Angela "Buffie " Lucas4 years ago in Poets
Haunting Adventures
In an abandoned ghost town, Where once an asylum defiled, Child me is stranded all alone, In a land now overrun and wild.
By Monique Danielle4 years ago in Poets
A Land of Colours
I had a dream last night so wild and strange, A land of colors, beauty and derange. The sky was purple, the grass was green,
By Nailesh Patel4 years ago in Poets
A Glimpse Into My Favorite Life
When we live on Mars, people throw cows, as a sport. I hold the record.
By ashley hale4 years ago in Poets
Moon, sea, and me
It was dark, but I could see. Surprisingly there was another me, Somehow, I knew this was a dream. I also knew we had to agree,
By Oluremi Adeoye4 years ago in Poets