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 Holiday of Dedication
The people of the Tanakh light the metal statue called the tall silver Menorah. We snack on salty munchers flat like flapjacks
By Talia Devora5 years ago in Poets
Believe To Achieve Anything You Want In Life
From afar I could smell the aroma So sweet it reminded me of my childhood It was eerily similar to salt water taffy Which my granddad used to make in his factory
By Silena Le Beau5 years ago in Poets
Cosmos Jack Watch
1. Like any story worth its ink this starts with, “Once upon a time” It stars, yours truly (which means me) beside my watch's magical chime
By Christopher Herald5 years ago in Poets
A Note to the People Under the Stairs
A NOTE TO THE PEOPLE UNDER THE STAIRS I know you're there. I hear you: your dried-leaf whispers, a shushed sursurrance as you rustle and scuffle about,
By Kat S5 years ago in Poets
Beautiful You
You must learn To love yourself; If you can’t love you for you, I hope that you Can love you for me. If you say you love me
By Jocleyn Soriano5 years ago in Poets
I’m Taking It All In
I’m taking it all in now savoring each precious moment that I have with you. I’m breathing the air you breathe, I’m touching your skin,
By Jocleyn Soriano5 years ago in Poets
Oh No
The city lights sparkle out The night echoes The city lights dance What's more, the night echoes God help us God help us
By Deana Contaste5 years ago in Poets
Down To The Bullet: An Unforeseen Killer
Dear dream journal, I died last night. I was shot straight in the heart and it didn’t even hurt. My body was just, numb. The bullet came at me in slow motion. This shiny, silver object gliding toward me, moving gently yet swiftly across the air. It moved so slow that it seemed as if it would never reach me. I had plenty of time to dodge it, but part of me didn’t want to. Maybe I deserved it. Would I be better off dead then living, continuing to hurt the ones I love? Has my life become too much to bear?
By Chloe Robinson5 years ago in Poets
Fairies In The Snow
Fairies playing in the snow, Golden wings of sunlight glow. Intricate snowflakes falling free, Melting on the nose tip Of a chilly fairy.
By Mary Moon5 years ago in Poets
World Of Words
The world is built of words so I bleed upon the lines of reality with love and rage, a blazing red that finds comfort in
By Jeanroy Grant5 years ago in Poets
I May Never Be
I may never be Country club-dressed and rare roast beef fed, linen napkin in my lap. I may never be well-read and celebrated
By Christina Marie5 years ago in Poets
Chairoscuro. Top Story - November 2021.
a match flares breaching the dark blur of bones two sea-black eyes shimmering inside of the crackling rain I've forgotten my way back
By Timothy James Lane5 years ago in Poets