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.

inextricable duality
delicately lit shapes casted in darkness contrast in such a way that unearths a remarkable dichotomy — one revealed through
By Written in the Patterns12 months ago in Poets
Raven Games
She visits his dreams Her control comes as he sleeps His need, “raven”ous
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
A Losing Game
The Reaper and Life spend their days by playing chess. Life has not won yet.
By Lizzy Rose12 months ago in Poets
The Breath Before Snow
The trees exhale a final rustle, a sound like paper surrendering, each leaf cracking in slow motion as it loosens its grip.
By Alain SUPPINI12 months ago in Poets
The Moon And Me
you have heard my whispers and collected all my secrets every note you’ve gathered came from in my soul the songs I sing, I sing for your ears only
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
It Happened
It happened on a cloudy, chilly night. A man was walking solo through the park. He wasn't known for having fits of fright,
By Julie Lacksonen12 months ago in Poets
Dreams And Regrets
He asked, do you want to see the bodies? Shadows have secrets that they don’t want known Evil eyes decide just what the gods see
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Shivers
The light shone so bright. Icy cold air, felt a chill. Shivers down my spine!
By Crystal McGraw12 months ago in Poets
Dead Souls
🌳 Splinter Split me from the trunk, I’ll bleed sap and crimson red Still screaming in Death. 🌳 I've come to die here
By Novel Allen12 months ago in Poets
When the World Forgets to Breathe
The world spins, but slower now, as if its lungs are cracked, as if the air refuses to stay inside. Every headline is a wound,
By Shehzad Anjum12 months ago in Poets
Hummingbird
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
A Love Letter to my Lunar Muse
Dearest Celine, 🌒Night after night, I devoured volumes of what came before. Pages crumbled to dust, yet I hungered for more. Letters chase spaces, flowing into words, fluent language is achieved, a lullaby pouring from heart and soul. An architect building cities in my dreams from thoughts and memories, wooden letter blocks carved and stacked, higher and higher, layered with meticulous craft.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets