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.

Mute Marches
Silent breeze speaks to my fears Ridicule commuting Disputing dark forces In courses subdued with tears 👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻
By Rick Henry Christopher 11 months ago in Poets
Seen
I’ve sat alone in rooms full of people, shrinking myself to fit the silence they expected from me. My words disappear the moment they leave my mouth—
By Hannah Lambert11 months ago in Poets
Lady Ghost
I. Window slides open, one clear night. It slides open, and my lady ghost appears, floating in the cold, cold breeze. II.
By Dean Traylor11 months ago in Poets
Never Dissipate
I married a nightmare, she rode in, as toxic smog, that would never dissipate.
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Poets
Beneath The Willow Tree
Beneath the willow tree I rest and marvel at all its leaves have seen Memories incarnate of when this was meadow filled with flowing flowers
By Matthew J. Fromm11 months ago in Poets
How Much Does It Cost for ✧:* *:✧Stream of Consciousness ✧:* *:✧ with a Side Order of Surreal?
↯↯⮒↭⮓🔔❗WARNING☠: The Director of the Department of Health and Human Services has proven that reading anything by Lightning Bolt does cause autism. Tylenol exlipicates the affectssituations. You've been warned. Proceed at your own ridiculousness.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡11 months ago in Poets
The Funny Tree
The knowledge that all is temporary And transient Provides fuel for error, mistakes that While some may view it as embarrassment
By Sarah Campbell11 months ago in Poets
The Branch and Feelings
The root is where my heart starts and grew —- My heart beats, my veins flow, my blood rise… it went through my soul, entirely—
By Meghan LeVaughn 11 months ago in Poets
Flying Embers
a lone ember rose into the darkness, floating away in the night searching for some tinder or spark to ignite traveling for miles, a passion burning within
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
My Physical Mind
My mind is not just thought. It is energy given shape. Light that learned how to live inside flesh, breath carrying memories
By Nash Georges11 months ago in Poets
The Glow Until it Fades
The Glow Until it Fades By L. I strike a match… So small but devastating if mishandled… And watch… As the flame finds its shape in the open air…
By Lindsey Ratcliff11 months ago in Poets
A Calendar Journey
I stand waiting for hope at the edge of December Still waiting on wishes that I made in July Do I still believe it ? I guess, September remembers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets