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.

Bitter Sea
It was ominous and I still ignored it. A captivating monster that lured me in. The bear trap kept me contained for way too long. I begged you to regurgitate me so I can live in peace. You were as hollow and vacant as a makeshift haven. Fickle and bipolar like the crescendo waves of eternal blue. Our intensity grew worse as we became more villainous. Your hostility was as infinite as the tide that cascaded in. Your presence was punishment that became my burden. Your absence is the reward that kept on giving. I authorized your removal but you were slow to vacate. I'm still drowning in precious salt water as I scream. No tourniquet will plug this visceral wound. You wanted me to perish but it wasn't meant to be. I fear I will never escape you. There will be invisible abrasions that continue to plunder me. There will be transparent bruises that you will never own. This laborious torture does have a timer. It will expire once you evaporate. This misery has evolved into ambition. You took my oxygen as your own but doubted my ability to surface. I sought peace over proving myself to you. I now claim victory over this endless, bitter sea. This was never going to be the death of me
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
775,000 BCE, Atapuerca. Runner-Up in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge. Content Warning.
All through the long funnel of the valley we channel the children, delighting in their legs more plump than deer. Where have they come from? Not here,
By Suze Kayabout a year ago in Poets
NOT TODAY
“Not Today” The lady’s lips curled like a curse. Her eyes squinched tight, possessed by something bitter. She pointed sharp, jagged, relentless
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Fight for Fury
Through frozen, scarlet-colored tides I tread, ashes and grass crumbled beneath my feet. Without him I know I am good as dead.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Hope
My shoes crunch against the ground, My weapon carried in my hand, My shoulders back and muscles tightly wound, I make my way across a littered land.
By Jaimieabout a year ago in Poets
Labyrinth
To live past midnight, you must find the antidote... before they find you.
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
Happy Halloween, Everyone!
Once upon a midnight eerie, While the wind did sigh so dreary, All the shadows danced and swayed, In a night both grim and fey.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
“The Letters I Never Sent”
The Letters I Never Sent By [Ali Rehman] The first letter began with a lie. Dear Michael, I’ve forgiven you. Lena stared at the words until the ink began to blur. Forgiven him? That wasn’t true — not yet. Maybe not ever. But that’s how most of her poems started too: with lies that wanted to be true.
By Ali Rehmanabout a year ago in Poets
Magnum Opus: The Greatest Love, The Greatest Loss.. Runner-Up in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
A waning day’s breath steeps in misted pine One house alone, unbent beneath the night A book half-read, the crust of bread, the wine—
By Caladriusabout a year ago in Poets
temporary taxidermy. Winner in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
My hippocampus has a leak in it, and every step I take spills out a form of you I’m forced to relive. It’s more languid,
By Dabout a year ago in Poets
Scenery of Society by Rikki La Rouge 🇬🇧 🇨🇦
Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. July, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start again.
By Revista XCI by Rikki La Rouge about a year ago in Poets
The Siren Inside
the sweetest breath a whispering wind it blew across the inside of my skin I’ve always felt her there like fingers barely
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets