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 Trees Do Not Clutch. Runner-Up in Get Comfortable Challenge.
i. Everything I know about comfort was gained in the starry waters of my mother. Nothing will be this way ever again, a weight that almost bitters
By Sophie Colette4 years ago in Poets
Life Is a Comfort Sandwich
Ca, Ca, Ca, Comfort is … Blanketing the ocean over my strong slippery shoulders, Inhaling the savory, salty, peppery potato-chip air,
By Samia Afra4 years ago in Poets
Cozy Cause
Packaged causes. I felt the damage, and read their clauses. I looked back on the average of counted losses. It’s not a lot to process.
By Tye CW4 years ago in Poets
When Lightning Minds Strike With Thunder
It’s ironic to find that sharing my comforts is rather disconcerting. Are my words too much? Too little? Do I try to relate, or do I craft my own story?
By Sierra Mafield4 years ago in Poets
Silky Bones
My body has never worked correctly often a stranger in my own skin jumpy, uncomfortable so hard to explain to people who aren't trapped by
By Caitlin Jill Anders4 years ago in Poets
the in-betweens
leave me to the equinoxes of language time existence . the in-between seasons the ultimate transmutations seeds that sprout and fields that crop
By Erin Lucas4 years ago in Poets
The Cycle
The Cycle: A lot can happen in one Cycle…one life, one day, one time, One life, a plea for help, a plea for harmony, One day, a plea for help from a certain blue chime,
By Liam Macmillan4 years ago in Poets
Dark Embrace
There is strength in stillness Hiding seed-like in the center of the deep Until the appointed time of Emergence We push aside the darkness
By Michael Dilts4 years ago in Poets
the call is coming from inside the house
Inside, White noise (from the congealing fridge) comforts me The ancestors scare me with their rattling The call is coming from inside the house
By Mingling with the Moon 4 years ago in Poets
Sonorous
I love when you fall asleep while we work at school sounding of soft breaths and sweet snores, they contrast the clacking of my computer keyboard.
By Jenna Sedi4 years ago in Poets
The Deepest Comforts of Life
Comfort was hard to feel, but I became able to perceive each moment with pure love and enjoyment once I was emotionally healed. Comfort is the peace I feel when I hear my son is finding his way and doing okay from the choices he’s made. Comfort is a song that accompanies me when the quiet can sometimes feel lonely. Comfort is knowing I am the creator of my life and only I can choose what’s right. Comfort is finding a place I can finally call home after spending years running from everyone I’ve ever known. Comfort is a pillow to rest my head after working long hours. I’m ready for bed. Comfort is sharing how I feel without the fear of judgment I used to dread from thoughts inside my head. All these comforts bring me joy and make me feel so grateful that I want to rejoice.
By Jacqueline Ortiz4 years ago in Poets
in this thick air of the past
my windows bathe in the mornin’ sun daze instantly brightenin’ my dusky thoughts injectin’ a flash of comfort – bright juice
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets