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.

Echoes of a Silent Heart
🌙 Introduction: When Silence Speaks Louder Than Words There are moments in life when silence weighs heavier than words, when the heart echoes with memories that can neither be held nor erased. Longing is not just missing someone; it’s the quiet ache of wanting what cannot return. Letting go, on the other hand, is not a single act—it’s a journey, a series of whispers we tell ourselves until one day, the pain softens into acceptance.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
poppy seeds and the rain i caught in a cracked test tube.
I write. I write to explain the words inside me My bloodstream Because this is the only way to say it without screaming.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
New fight
In a world of cruel, bitter moments, our eyes are trained on chaos— rarely on beauty. We grow frightened, wondering if we deserve life,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Unfulfillment 101
Anna looked at her reflection in the black, blank screen of her phone, wondering what became of the girl she was before.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
In Loving Memory?
Friends and Family Everyone I ever knew Died tragically In a memory calamity ⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓ Each burning revision Excised in ecstasy
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Blue Prairie Wind
The dust of unspoken regrets Unrequited realizations Permanently dessicating my tongue Forever flavoring my memories Ceaselessly scenting every moment
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Unrepentant
I. The Stone Heart He walks where shadows coil like serpents, thick, Through streets that whisper warnings, slick with rain.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
8.17 Heartbreak
The hardest part of this breakup? Having to tell myself no- No, don’t text him. No, don’t call him. No, you can’t go back!
By Moni Staxxabout a year ago in Poets
Juxtaposed Opalite
They hung you in the indigo, floating, juxtaposed to my hemisphere hovering above my half-lit sky adorned you with dancing rings
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Lost In Time
in a place which moved away when we stopped on a lost day holding hands right by the lake it was all a dream, but I was awake
By Lyrical Logicabout a year ago in Poets
October Drips Through the Vents. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
I was a witch, or a zombie princess, I think. Dress dragging across the earth, black hat, black thoughts. Synthetic blood across my cheek,
By M.R. Cameoabout a year ago in Poets
The Beautiful Ones Are Very Costly
My eyes are dry in settings of scarcity and I lose my colours waiting in circumstances bankrupt of feminine beauties. The splendour of gold hides in deficiency and is only magnificent for its quality and dire rarity.
By Valentine Nnebeabout a year ago in Poets