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.

circus
you are an oak tree one hundred years old and I am the circus five hundred years old but all my acts are untied shoes I fall all over you trying to pull the right words
By Katarina Tylerabout a year ago in Poets
dinner with an apostle
Saint John the apostle is eating my leftovers at my dinner table and I remember my mom told me she thinks of me often and prays for me each day
By Katarina Tylerabout a year ago in Poets
choking on wings
There is a course of lonely blood running through the left side of my body I freeze in my sleep I make no sound when we meet
By Katarina Tylerabout a year ago in Poets
The Velvet Memory. Top Story - August 2025.
She slipped through candlelight as though it parted for her, her dress the shade of dark wine. I was young, and certain then
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
Glass Heart
I choose to express my love Using a pen made of Glass I had blown In the fires you stoked Deep within my heart ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Violin
close my eyes as the violin plays. The strings releasing such a sorrowed sound. I can hear the sadness radiating from the wooden instrument.
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Downpour
Downpour As my soft hand grazes your skin, I feel the memories your flesh holds. Your scars, telling stories with no words
By Haileyesusabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Unwritten Maps
Not parchment scored with meticulous line, Nor ink that bleeds a continent’s sure edge, Nor compass rose where cardinal points shine
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Sunset
Summer blooms faux tangerine promises of autumn in boxes You blistered me with your heat said it was enough I should just...
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Between the Lines of Rain
🌧 Introduction: When Rain Becomes a Mirror Rain has always been more than water. To some, it is sorrow that falls from the sky. To others, it is cleansing, a fresh start. And sometimes, it is both at once—a mirror of the human heart.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets