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.

She Bleeds Love, War And Tempered Passions
She was born the youngest of three girls A tumultuous start was had by all three, Shuffled from pillar to post at any given time
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Poets
Half-Spun Web
A table with a white-bellied orchid Leans against a black stick holding it up from treacherous gravity. Vines, sparce plants reveal through the large windows
By Abigail Sire 5 years ago in Poets
There Are Plenty Of Butterflies In The Jar
There are plenty of butterflies in the jar. They come in various sizes, colours, shapes and patterns. I'm open to meeting any butterfly that emerges from the jar. I'll let any kind of butterfly stand on the tip of my finger. I may not adore all of them. Some butterflies may not adore me back. I'll be as joyful as a salsa dancer if I have at least one butterfly to follow me around.
By Talia Devora5 years ago in Poets
Relationship Questions
What does is it mean to have a relationship? What does having a relationship entail? Is it a friendship, or business related, or romantic?
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Neither day nor night, but going on, despite.
Throughout the course of our journey, For every moment we have shared and endured, The joys and sorrows, the triumphs and the losses,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
The Ever Blinding Light
I have walked these roads searching for a way out of this old, forgotten maze. Thorns reach out for more fresh skin to pierce, I travel in a daze.
By Varian Ross5 years ago in Poets
Take Me Away to the Orange-Roofed Place
Take me away to the orange-roofed place Where bigger is better And life takes up space Take me away to the home I long for
By Emily Dickerson5 years ago in Poets
We Were Two
Who met in the middle of nowhere Whose hearts had been hit By the arrows of Cupid. On the swing Playing like little kids
By Marvellous Oreva 5 years ago in Poets
The Lady By The Sea
This is a poem for my Muse, she loves the sea and she loves magic and I hope this provides a little of both for everyone. For the lead song I have chosen “For My Lady” by The Moody Blues, which I thought might be a bit twee, but it is actually quite beautiful.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Poets
Don't Cry, Child
Be careful, my child, This is how promises are made. In the depths between the inhale and the exhale, The future is forever altered.
By Sarah Langthorne5 years ago in Poets
Beneath the Bones
Beneath the bones “She is not me” the girl in the mirror screamed at herself. Her hair, wet with sweat, she began gasping for a breath she couldn’t find. Somehow she was not real but living in reality. Embroidered to the fine silk of fantasy, one that had begun to eat away at her soul with sharpened teeth leaving behind deep gouges of doubt.
By Jjenni Dagnelli 5 years ago in Poets
A Finger hold
I dreamt, I flew, across the land. Across the waters. The mountains flew by, beneath me. As did the cities of man. Cities of light, though no longer relevant.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets