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.

Exhibition
Buy parts for sale; Arms and livers and bones and hair. Buy them as your own, They’re yours to pretend to tell the tale.
By Conor Matthews4 years ago in Poets
Puzzle Piece
🧩She is a puzzle piece.🧩 A tiny fragment in the scope of the big picture… ONE piece of the most complex, most intricate,
By Annie Edwards 4 years ago in Poets
The Terrors that comes in the night
Not quite awake nor fully asleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep The sensation of floating above the bed Am I alive or am I dead
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Poets
Alcohol Fogged Day
you wait for your prizes as they glitter and sparkle my prizes sparkled for the briefest of moments as i popped the top
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
He Infected Them With His Insanity
He couldn’t help his need to slaughter, It’s that sordid voice in his head, mocking, At times it’s silent and life is so peaceful,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
The Pursuit
My pillow is soft, but it’s not too soft The blanket is tucked round my feet The room smells like wild flowers after the rain
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
She's Not Coming Back
TW: Mentions of assault. Girl girl girl girl. Girl walked into the party because for the first time in a while she felt alive. Girl only knew a life of what was sin and what wasn't. Punishment and damnation, and the Garden of Eden, no in between. Girl started to meet boys. Silly boys. And just that- boys. Girl didn't realize her beauty, her energy, her mind, at the time. She was still locked away within herself, waiting to shed her skin. Girl tried so hard to be like other girls, girl made friends with the darkness, girl didn't understand… She didn't understand that when he pried her thighs open that she was never coming back. She didn't understand that when the dirty rotten wooden door closed that she'd be tainted. Girl found solace in the words of drunken shouts, whiskey grunts, cherry stained kisses, techno lullabies, and oxycontin dances.
By Nova Binx4 years ago in Poets
Cleaved
I recognize your soul in the dark shadows that Hover, protect and love me at night. I recognize the feeling of your invisible arms
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior4 years ago in Poets
I dream you on the way to my new shelter
I have dreamt You on the way, and It was wild and really not safe the first part of my dream two lions and tigers the Zoo was just in or I was in running away through so many weird dark and strange rural and urban constructions and scenes. It felt familiar and scary new the lions were almost catching me but luckily I did escape their frightening jumps to get me in. Then a kind of a rural area a village somewhere like an island where You go on a holiday and it all turns out to be a simple hell this time I had my way I didn't even had a plan or was packed I left all and run away to the nearest seemed like safest spot to be attracted by.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 4 years ago in Poets
the universe in the front seat
the trees along the highway are sun-soaked and golden; red flames lick against furrowed clouds. we dive into the skyline and
By sleepy drafts4 years ago in Poets
Fear Thy Neighbor
The sky dances With secrets absorbed Swirling from day to day Rising high To collect in the stars That shine down On earth below,
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets
A Gust of Wind
What color may Wind really be? No math or science could ever tell. Your whisper casts on me a spell That somehow crowds my mind with glee.
By Writing For Me4 years ago in Poets