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.

An Apple a Day
An apple a day keeps the doctor away. But they didn't notice. The worm that lived inside of it. The worm was dirty. It will make me go to the doctor.
By KB4 years ago in Poets
The Existential Crisis Extramarital Affair or That Time I Was Richard Gere!
Waking up topless, my vision is bleary Feeling both tired and rather weary I'm lying on top of a soft hotel bed When I should be asleep at home instead
By Paul Stewart4 years ago in Poets
Dead Asleep. Top Story - January 2023.
I’m glued to lone chair beneath spotlight, dripping sweat, and in they come from the wings— the dead. People and pets all long gone
By Ellie Scott4 years ago in Poets
The Moon Rents A Room
Hunted like an animal Heart racing like a trainWhat makes me dream a dream like thisHow is this even in my brain The moon cycles like a ferris wheelMy feet never touch the ground I’m hiding from the hunterLike a rabbit - from a hound The moonlit sky reveals meHard to hide amidst the lightThe shadows have befriended meAs long as I don’t put up a fight They gift me secrets of the darkTell tales few would dare believe Keep their cards close to their chest And aces up their sleeves I haven’t figured out yet How to take my chance and fleeI must wait for the daylight to break to shed these sheets and leaveNo, there aren’t monsters in my closet They don’t lurk beneath my bedThey roam around like they own the placeIn the front lobes of my head
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
The Dreaming World
In my dreams, I saw a curious sight- A world both dark and full of light; Where creatures lurked both near and far, And shadows danced beneath the stars.
By Christiane Winter4 years ago in Poets
I never left
The tunnel, short with an unseen width covered in shadows and darkness and something thick had no ceiling— not that I dared to look up as
By K. Kocheryan4 years ago in Poets
Woman In The Mirror
How did I get here? Where could I be? I’m sitting on a couch in a house consequently I feel her presence next to me I glance slowly, fear rising
By Cheyenne Mercado4 years ago in Poets
Lady Birch
Once, came a dream You transformed into a birch tree, The delicate curse of a sprite. Humanoid stayed your limbs, Your caramel sunned skin
By Shea Dunlop4 years ago in Poets
Conflagration
She swung around on the stage, twisting her body with the flow of a breeze, pirouetting, along the wooden floorboards; she beamed with a light radiating out of her; an audience had gathered around her performance watching in a sort of shock as she ate up the stage; her fingers reached high to the rafters, her tongue licked the air, her outfit of orange and yellow dazzled in the fall night; she had never felt more alive, plié after plié she consumed the structure; smoke rose off of her as the crescendo of crackling came to its peak; she bowed as she was showered with crystalline praise and ended her number.
By V. B. B4 years ago in Poets
The Tales of the Paper Plane
The paper plane that folds and folds Into anything it fancies, A wonder to behold, A marvel of its maker's wits. With wings of paper, thin and strong,
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
We'we Hunting Vewociwaptows
Girl from the books I read Search with me Tall grass Walking faster Radar pings Radar pings RADAR PINGS Red dots on-screen
By MA Snell4 years ago in Poets
4 Hours on Film
Silence is disrupted, thousands of adjectives float across a sea of rumpled cotton. Your arm – an anchor holding me to Earth,
By Madison Freiberg4 years ago in Poets