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.

Beyond All Thresholds
No longer can I afford The Endless Debauchery. I must tear up my roots. I must cease to be a tree. I should rather become
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Poets
Swimming in Blue
The Rhythm Of the intellect. The thought of Discharging knowledge... Veering around Into vulnerable Teaching! I opened my core and
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 years ago in Poets
Cage Up
You’re born into a memory. Palace walls, draped in familiarities. Nostalgic dreams, projecting from screens, All in synchronicity.
By Kali Mailhot4 years ago in Poets
Mom life
Pitter patter on my floors, The sounds of my kids playing loudly. Enjoy them while they’re little, For they’ll only be small for awhile.
By Megan Godbey4 years ago in Poets
Oneirataxia
Body is to soul as mind is to sanity Or insanity Who deemed themself judge over that which is sane and that which is not Mind is to sanity as sleep is to dreams
By Alycia Sulieman 4 years ago in Poets
The Mirror
A middle-aged man in a business suit is about to walk out of his apartment. He reaches toward the doorknob, then halts abruptly.
By Richard Seltzer4 years ago in Poets
Secrets in My Sleep
I didn’t understand Even though I was the one with the steering wheel in my hand You were in the backseat of the car with a car seat and a plan
By Saent4 years ago in Poets
Stripes
A grotesque, fat slob. Egotistical, lazy– a decent singer.
By Maddy Newt4 years ago in Poets
If Only My Moments Were Oranges
I could capture this moment If moments were solid and physical If they could be captured by a net or my hand But moments are fleeting and passing, invisible
By Skylar Callahan4 years ago in Poets
ABC x 2
Once in a blue moon, see what I did there, I find myself making life harder. Ok, maybe a little more regular than that. Apparently, I can't just write a poem, a normal poem, rhyming or not without causing extra effort and undue stress on myself. Am I a glutton for punishment? Probably.
By Rachael MacDonald4 years ago in Poets
The Robot in the Dark
Spotlight eyes, peering around the corner at the top of the stairs– its movements jerky, rigid, on my neck are goosebumps, prickly hairs.
By Maddy Newt4 years ago in Poets
Full moon dream
Just beyond my eyelids , dancing on the moon . A beautiful ballerina was dancing . She plied and jumped in the air . Leaving beyond her a trail of glitter around . There were sugar plum fairies and giant bears . Then came out were dinosaurs. Eating gum drops so very silly. They played and had fun all day. They wore elaborate hats and bibs with rainbows. They danced and joked . Having so much fun . They ate vegan food and cakes . They learned to do karate . They listened to all kinds of music . It’s much much sometimes to sleep. I love the times when I’m in a dream .
By April Liao 4 years ago in Poets