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.

Lips to die for
Come, caress me , lips of carmine red. True red, deep red, colour of blood. Lips of passion, lips of dread, Plush petals seeking food.
By Raymond G Taylor2 months ago in Poets
vivid tangerine
vivid tangerine don't look directly at me nobody can know the truth of my marigold heat but if you ask you can see the persimmon ideas pour
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
The Voices. Honorable Mention in Static Challenge.
The sound of what an itch feels like. The grinding of a rusty spike As it drags slowly 'cross my teeth To overwhelm the nerves beneath. It started intermittently Creeping inauspiciously And now the nagging metal rain Is firmly anchored in my brain. A constant, crackling overtone That rattles each and every bone And under the metallic hiss, Voices from some deep abyss. Warnings shouted, barely heard. Terror ringing in each word. Muted, cut off suddenly As I strive to hear the plea. Yet, their dire message has unfurled. Something comes, not of this world. Something with a heart pitch black Comes, and our cosmos will crack. I am no prophet, nor do I Understand the reasons why, But I must warn humanity Of what the static speaks to me.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Poets
Julius Walks Alone
All hail Ceaser, as he enters the stage Decked out in his royal toga and garland crown With flashes of deep red ruby He bedazzles the eye as he walks by
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Poets
Transmutation
Drained Of color Ivory hymns Pour onto a Rainbow page All that remains Light and Shade Absorbing the Fear of My own Unknown
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
A Rumble
There is rumble in my head creating static in my house Distorting the color red causing a wrinkle in my blouse Stirring confusion in my eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Static in the Skin. Winner in Static Challenge. Top Story - July 2026.
They glitched us and took away the behaviour, replacing it with colour distortion that frames us against the odds. This poem moves through static, misrecognition, and the noise that rises when identity beats behaviour.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
Soundlessness
The sound of Two eyes blinking As I ruminate Silence deafens me Redefining the meaning of This deceptively Non-Binary concept Every roaring inhale Every gale force exhale Leaves me bedraggled Blown out by the Fractions of decibels Searching for the myth Of soundlessness My blood rushes Through vessels Like an ocean Invading a subway tube Drowning out my Thoughts and former mood As I take Thunderous steps Across a forest of Screaming Fibrous bristling nails Digging into Skin and bone A metallic trilling Ramps up At a moment’s Notice The flaming touch of Sonic doom Emanating from Inside my racing Mind Adjusting Always louder Then, the last truth You uttered Endeavoring to suss out The formation of Text on your lips As I cringe and Flinch at the Siren reaching a Fever pitch Watering eyes Pained grimace Static blinds snow-bound eyes Racing existence to The garbling finish
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
Old Gods
What of when the Old Gods meet? Boundless forms condensed Contained within mechanisms Of human flesh Feverish against the infection
By Obsidian Words2 months ago in Poets
whom is
one free zone to be seen ouT of the dream on this side of the looking glass noT as backwards as things already seem found aT The ending
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
Shh!
They burned out my eyes so I wouldn't see The scale of the atrocities I endured For it is dangerous to know the truth Where mice hold sway
By Sun Bee2 months ago in Poets
on grieving someone still alive
I still go to bed with so much to tell you. Last night, I dreamt of you twice. One day, that will stop. I’ll learn to accept
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets