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.

Rose in Harlem
In my darkest days, love calls out to me, whispering sacred holy incantations till my soul rises from the ashes reborn anew.
By Anne R.11 months ago in Poets
What Are You Afraid Of
the secrets we hide always come back to haunt us Those damn closet doors
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Haunted
The ghosts just spooked me- Witches and the pumpkins screamed! Haunted--be Afraid!
By Meghan LeVaughn 11 months ago in Poets
WONDER
Whittling time away on the banks of possibility’s ebbing crystal sandbar. Reflecting inspiration in fountainous rainbow wellsprings.
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
Panic Attack
It feels like my anxiety has anxiety applying pressure to my chest it’s hard to breathe when my anxiety's anxiety acts up not even coffee can reinvigorate the stolen energy thoughts cycling perplexing timelines exposed applying pressure to my chest it’s hard to breathe as society looks for an escape the world blurs colors eat away sight as pain blooms behind my eyes washing away all else a darkened room a welcomed friend as the pain ebbs and flows a migraine overtakes all-A.H.
By Ashley Houston11 months ago in Poets
Lantern In The Woods
Every year, for years, we made the journey Out to that cabin, nestled in grandpa’s back woods I can still hear his gravely voice reassuring, “don’t worry “
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
House of Quiet Things
There’s a light that flickers in the hall, though I swear I changed that bulb last spring. The air hums low, a nervous thing—
By Brie Boleyn11 months ago in Poets
Window Light
The lantern appeared outside the bedroom window The night after your funeral. It shined with a blue haze. Too frightened to check at night, I waited until daylight.
By Julie Lacksonen11 months ago in Poets
More or Less
At 10, more or less, masks meant Spidey, Batman, and Scooby-Doo villains— the old man from the fun fair. ~ the mask protects me
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
The First Sounds
The twinkling tune of raindrops, freezing, forming on the limbs The breathy flute like songs, as breezes blow The rattling of the snare drums tapping, resting on the sill, the start of winter waiting to come in
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
unharmonized faces
I would like to claw it off my face as sure as I claw at rumination of all my mistakes . I learned to communicate by swallowing
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA11 months ago in Poets
The Lantern of Hope
I walk in a peaceful darkness I can't see, yet I'm not afraid I move forward, knowing it will be ok In the distance, I see a flicker of light
By Judith Jascha11 months ago in Poets