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.

Harvesting the Flesh of Days
Hands, open, close, trembling over the soil of myself, fingers brushing the ribs that shield the heart, fingers tracing the curve of what keeps me alive,
By Taylor Ward12 months ago in Poets
Something Wicked
The witches cackle, A bubbling cauldron froths wrath. Their doom manifest.
By Taylor Inman12 months ago in Poets
Remnants
Lurking in shadows, The spirits of past mistakes. Always behind you.
By Taylor Inman12 months ago in Poets
At Dusk
The woods hold their breath under low sun. My boots press the moss as if the earth might remember my weight. The air coils around my chest, tight and damp,
By Taylor Ward12 months ago in Poets
Magnolia Hollow
I came upon a trembling light, though whether by dream or recollection I cannot tell. It lingered where shadow wove itself to silence,
By Taylor Ward12 months ago in Poets
A Villanelle of Private Hell
I should have clasped you ere the darkness fell That single hour returns to haunt my brain And what I lost becomes my private hell
By Tim Carmichael12 months ago in Poets
The Thing That You Love or That You Hate.
Play with the soil of the earth; it smells of anchovies. Earthworms, leaves, decayed matter oozes between one's fingers. __
By Kristine Milewski12 months ago in Poets
Temple Red Moon
Each night I sing to you the song of my heart memories of meandering down a hidden well-trodden path in the distant, foreign
By K.B. Silver 12 months ago in Poets
Never The Same
I can’t get used to the sunlight Cause it hurts my eyes I know they say I’ll be all right But I can’t stop crying If there was a pill to get over
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Syntactical Error
Like the swirling mass of Watermelon and gold Hovering above the Cloud-shaded trees I feel it brewing for days ⋆.ೃ࿔⛈ ݁ ˖*༄
By K.B. Silver 12 months ago in Poets
What Would That Look Like
Oh, for just once To release And reveal The realness of me And unmasking myself To finally be free With nothing to lose
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
The Pain
If I do not change I only have myself to blame For I am who I am Because of the pain Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets